Aldene II

I heard them all crash down on the floor. He, Sonny, my dad, cleared the table of all the luminaries I had worked on so hard. I then heard my mother say, "those are Lisa's, not mine." My dad did not care. At least that is what he yelled at the time. "I don't give a shit about these fucking cans!" I remember that as a defining moment for me. Yes, I was young, but I knew he didn't care about me. I realized I was not important to him. He began stomping on the luminaries and kicking them across the room, and my mother was begging him to stop. I have no idea how that night ended for the two of them. I know for myself, I cried silently in my bed. I think it was for many reasons. My project possibly was ruined, I had not seen them yet. My parent's fighting, my feelings of complete loneliness, and fear. I was always afraid. I think even of my own shadow.
I am struck by the fact that we lived in this house and I remember a few moments that shaped my life, but I have no recollection whatsoever of my little brother being anywhere around. As hard as I try to close my eyes and take myself back, I can't see him there. Where are you George Jr.?