NOVEL
WOODY PAUL GREY
CHAPTER THREE. HAPPINESS AND UGLINESS
That fine, sunny, winter day became the last one for my first animal friend, who was simply killed, because my parents needed fresh meat and they didn`t care of my tears and I, a small kid, couldn`t defend my friend, as, by that time I didn`t talk yet, though, at that early age I learned my first lesson - what is good and what is wrong, though, still better to say, evil.
My mum was a real beauty in her youth. She was quite tall, as for the woman, slender, with very long dark, thick hair, blue eyes, real beauty, as for me. I remember pictures of her at that time, when I was just a baby. She was also so kind and sweet to me and dad.
My father was also rather handsome, though, he was not so tall with dark wavy hair, brown eyes, sporty figure. They both liked to sing very much. My dad skilfully played the guitar and late in the evening they always had a singalong party of two. Actually, they were really good singers. They looked so happy those days. In fact, I was happy too, and my younger sister and then, a little bit later, came our kid brother. We were quite a friendly family.
Everything changed one summer, while we were visiting our grandparents. It was for the first time, that I witnessed the family fight. I just couldn`t believe my ears - my gorgeous mum was arguing with her younger bother, teaching him how he should live. I don`t remember exactly, how old I was then, though, I know for sure, that by that time, I realized, that it was my uncles business, but not hers, to decide how to live his own, adult life. I remember, that I looked at my mothers face at the moment of family quarrel and it was no more beautiful - it was ugly. It was so weird for me to witness that transformation. And on the contrary, my uncles face, no matter what, was handsome and kept on smiling. Due to my mum the whole family was against him and he was smiling. I was so proud of him and so disappointed by my mum. Since that time the whole family stopped any communication with my uncle. He turned out to be the first victim, but, unfortunately, not the least.
By the way, now and then, I returned back to that poor animal that was the first sacrifice and after that started a long chain of "destructions" in my family and not only and my mother`s beauty started fading away. First she cut her beautiful dark, thick and made that ugly hairdo. Now she looked like the average woman in her community loosing her special identity. I just couldn`t understand why? By the way, since that first serious family fight something changed in the relationship of my dad and mum - less kindness and love, as well as, less singalong parties. Trying to destroy her brother`s family my mum began to destroy her own family life.
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