The three brothers.

I had two brothers, well I HAVE two brothers.
I am the smallest of the all, the little sister. I'm 11.
Then there's the middle brother. He's 17.
And finally, the biggest one. He's 28.

The middle brother (Adrian), lives in my house, with my mom, and me.
He's going to be in 12th grade this year, when vacations end.
He likes to smoke pot (a.k.a Mariguana, Maria, Weed).
He is usually inside the house, in the Xbox.
Sometimes he goes outside.
And he also teaches me something new.

The biggest brother (Jaime), lives back at the country I was born, Spain.
He has girlfriend, he once was going to become a priest.
He sometimes drinks alcohol.
He doesn't smoke weed.
He's nice sometimes.
He came visit me at the United States this summer.
I don't really know him that much, but he has a close bond with my middle brother.

They both were born Cuban, I was born in Spain.
My family is from Cuba, my cousin is from the United States, and another cousin is from Russia.
Some cousins are also from Brasil.
Yeah, our family is everywhere.

I hate my dad.

I hate my dad.

My dad was one of the worst. He beat up my mom for stupid things and never had a job.
One day, my mom had to go work, and she told him to take care of me for the rest of the day.
I was in my bedroom, and I had to go to the bathroom, but the bathroom door was locked,
and I REALLY needed to pee. And so I peed myself.
When my dad saw it, he was FURIOUS. He started yelling at me, and even slapping me hard.
Then when he was done, he threw me to the sofa, wich was VERY usual and I was used to it.

When my mom came home, the dishes hadn't been done, and when I told her about what he did,
mom was angry, but she couldn't do anything against him.
And she cried, night after night, because my dad did the same thing every day.

And this continued for years. At that time, I was 4 years old.
Now, I'm 11, but I haven't seen my dad ever since we escaped from that house, with the help of the biggest of the three brothers.