I sat on the couch,
and drew with my crayons
Mommy worked in the kitchen
On all days, even Sunday!
She worked day and night
Dad loved me,
But he didn't liked her much, I think
Or maybe he did
Mommy said she hit me
only because she loved me
I played with my granny,
Dad kept reading the newspaper
Mommy served the food
And went back to cook again
Did we really eat that much?
Many times I saw her eyes sweaty
I saw her hands red
I saw her massaging her forehead
And she told me
it's all because of kitchen work
Kitchen must be a very dangerous place
One day I went to the kitchen
I was really thirsty
But mommy suddenly held me
And her eyes were sweating again
I said to her, don't work so hard, mommy
Tell me, I will help you
And she held me even tighter
She said, no.
No, you will not live in this hell
You will draw, sing, dance, study
You will live, my dear
You will live for me.
And when her hands were all bloody
And she wouldn't wake up
I lived
For her.