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.