When I was a baby

     I was asleep in my bed when it came back to me.  Old things that I forget during the day stare at me in dreams.  I remember when we left the old place.  There was an old woman, she was yelling at my mother and father.  My mother was crying, but my father was yelling.  I could here the ducks quacking in the early morning.  I hear a loud sound and a short crash from my crib.  I sit there for a while ignored as a here quick movements in the next room.  Eventually, my mother walks in.  "I'm sorry" "I'm sorry".  She says it over an over as if she's speaking to the house, the sky, and the moon.  In the other room I look down and see the old woman lying in a pool of her own blood.  "She wanted to take you Tacito.  She wanted to take you away."  I awoke from my dream sweating.  I couldn't tell if it was true or false.  Like the questions they gave me on the tests.  I could always get those.  But I couldn't know if I myself was true or false.

I see them through the fence...they're hitting

I'm lying in my bed in the orphanage, and I see my father arguing with a man near Isabella's cafe.  They tell me that my mother works there now.  I don't care.  I don't want them anymore.  I stand up and peek out through the covers, and there is blinding light for a moment that blocks me from being able to see what's happening.  One of the volunteers walks in.  "Hey are you feeling better?" She asks.  Her eyes have a spark that I never saw once not even in the eyes of my own mother.  "I think so," I say.  "Okay well you take it easy.  That fever came back through, and hit everyone real hard."  After she leaves I look back at the   cafe and I see a man running it's not my father.  His face is dark and hooded so I can make no guesses about him.  I close my eyes and sleep.