Childhood Memories

DEL MORINO

I rushed into my chambers feeling the weight of the world pressing down on me. I couldn't release the rage and sadness that were boiling inside of me. Even clenching my hands into fists didn't help. Terese was gone, just like my mother, the one person who had been by my side since I was a young child.

When my father had pushed me off like trash, like I wasn't his son, when my mother was too sick to look after me, Terese was there.

I slammed the door so hard that ...