Another one Bite the Dust

Now what happened next was somewhat of a blur for me. Not only because I was so young but because it happened quickly. I remember looking at my sister Barbara standing on the stairs that led up to the main floor of the house where my grandmother lived and I remember hearing that my mother and father were arguing. I turned around to see what was going on and in an instant, I saw my father’s closed hand fly through the air and land squarely in the middle of my mother’s mouth. For just a second, the entire house was as quiet as a house full of children on Christmas Eve. Not a sound was heard or word was mumbled as my mother stumbled backwards and hit the faux wood wall that lined the flooded basement walls. Barbara says that it is not possible for me to remember something as damaging as this moment but most of it I can remember with crystal clear clarity. It’s amazing that a child as young as three can remember such a horrific incident for the rest of their lives, but have trouble remember how to change a fraction into a decimal isn’t it? But not me I can remember fractions fairly well. LOL Well anyway, My mother continued to live with my father and us kids. I can't understand why she chose the life that she did but she did and there's nothing I can do or say to change it now. Over the years, there were fights and more fights and arguments and flying furniture and silverware until the one night that my mother came home from a doctor's appointment and told my father that she was pregnant again. This was the beginning of the end for the Lorenz family household.