Seventeen Years Ago
It was evening and twelve-year-old Miguel was perched by the window of their rickety home waiting for his mother to return. He got sent home from school because he had fought with his classmate and split the boy's lips with his fists.
The boy asked for it, he called Miguel's mother a prostitute. The first time that he said it, Miguel had warned him to not say it again but the silly boy had gone on to tell his friends about it. Miguel got pissed and punched him in the lips. He felt no remorse for what he did, and if given the opportunity he would do it again.
His stomach made a growling sound and he wrapped his tiny hands around his abdomen, praying that his mother comes back soon enough and with food too.