memories

rewind: I was about ten years old, maybe less, and my mom sent me downstairs for a jar of sauce or salsa or something. Going back up the stairs, I tripped and the glass shattered, sauce spattering all over the stairs. I heard thundering footsteps and looked up to see my dad looking down on the mess.
"I tripped--"
"Are you okay??"
"I just fell- it was an accident--"
"Are you okay??"
"...yeah."
Sometimes, it feels like parents don't care and just want you out. These moments make me remember otherwise.

rewind: When I was about 5 or so, my family would eat breakfast together before school every day. I remember one time my brother was mad at me, and my mom noticed.
"Why are you mad, Luisi?"
"Anni can keep all her cereal in the bowl, in the milk. I can't do it."
It was true. My cereal was swimming happily in the milk, and I was stopping it from climbing up the walls of the bowl. His, on the other hand, was scrambling over the edges of the bowl without restraint. I think my mom helped him work on reining them in more.
I felt superior in that moment.

rewind: I was somewhere around 6 years old. My family was watching ET downstairs, on our ragged blue couch. I loved that couch. My younger brother and I were fighting about something; I no longer recall what it was. What I do know, is that I was so mad, I kicked my brother who ended up cutting his chin open on the corner of a table in the room. Several stitches later, we still don't get along.

more will come as i remember them.