Found in Californian territory.

I dreamt about my parents this time. I could see them fighting again but maybe, it was a one side beating like it had always been with my mother at the receiving end. I could hear their voices screaming at each other while I hid in the corner quietly praying that my uncle wouldn't come and make matters worse. Our houses were not far from each other and my father listened to him too much, hearing him preach absurd things like how a woman in the mafia is meant to attend to her man's needs all the time and worship him like a god......

My mother returns to me later and tries to check up on me but the first thing I noticed is the change of clothes she had from a short or transparent one to a long, opaque shirt. Her face looks just fine but that's only because for some reason, my father didn't want his only child to find out he was beating his wife so he never hurt her in obvious places that could be seen.

I want to touch her but I am afraid of hurting her so I continue to wrap my tiny han