“Mom let go of me!” te scream. She had a death grip on your wrist and wasn’t about to let go.
“Do te ever listen to me? No, you’re always out with those hoods, being a little whore to them.” Your mom yells in your face.
“Mom, I’m not-” te start.
“Oh don’t te lie to me.” And she slaps te across the face.
“Mom, stop,” te cry.
“You’re going to end up to be nothing. Nothing. Just a cagna on the strada, via with a baby.” She says, giving te a kick to the side.
“Mom, don’t hurt him!” te scream. She could hurt te all she wanted, but she wasn’t going to...
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