What?
What wait a damn second.
I'm not crazy right? Something weird happened right? I'm not crazy? I'm pretty sure I saw something weird happening.
This was clearly my grandfather.
I'm not dumb, my aunt came yesterday, they talked about my father dad. I know this, I heard it.
And then the next day, a guy that looks like a older version of my dad comes in, don't even pat my head ONE time, and just talks, all while my parents look and act constipated.
And then he leaves after talking about something with my parents, something they don't seem to agree on.
What the fuck just happened?
I would love an explanation.
But unfortunately for me. I must be too young to get an explanation, not like I would understand it because of the whole language barrier stuff.
Still, I would love an explanation.
And I would love for them to show me what's happening with their actions or something, because after this weird stuff happened?
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Everyone is acting like nothing happened. As if this was just my weird child like imagination that conjured this scenario or something, but it's not.
It's fucking not.
I can see it, in the way my father takes longer to come back from work? I think that's what he's doing outside at least?
I don't know man, but I feel like something weird is happening and I don't like it.
I really really really don't like it considering the fact that I can't even run for fuck sake, can't even defend myself.
And I'm handicapped.
Youpie.
I would really love an explanation, but it's been a week.
An entire week of more and the same routine going on, of getting no signs that what happened was even real.
Of my parents waking up, feeding me, doing their weird things they do with me like usual, with the only proof that anything happened being the long stares they give to the void, or to me.
And I really don't like this.
Just like I don't like how's this PIECE OF SHIT OF KIKO IS IMITATING ME!
I can hear a woman laugh, coming from my right. And yeah, I can see it, just on my right, leaning on the couch. Not sitting on the couch, but leaning on the couch. Is my aunt.
She's sitting on the ground/blanket, and like I said, is leaning on the couch.
She's on the same level as us. If you ignore the difference in height of course.
Me and kiko are on the ground. Just in front of the door, boxed in by the door and the couch.
And we're...having fun.
Well, I'm training, and Kiko is having fun imitating me.
Right now. She's standing, like me. And she's rolling her hips around, then she bends forward like some kind of teenager who's passing too much time on his phone, then she straightens up high, puffing her chest forward like a gorilla.
All in all, everything I'm doing.
But exageratted.
I hope it's exaggerated at least
And my aunt is having the TIME of her life laughing at our baby antics.
She's three years old right? Are people still babies at three years old?
I look at her IMITATING me while I stand completly still. Well, try at least. And seeing her dumb fucking face, I get the answer to my question
Alright, three years old is still baby territory.
She's weird for a three years old though, I genuinely thought she was like one year old or two at best.
But three years old? Three years old? I mean, she's bigger than me, but like...it's not that much.
She have, thirty centimeters on me at best. She's not a giant compared to my parents or something.
Does three years old try to eat fingers? Maybe they do?
Or maybe I just heard badly and my understanding of the language is fucking ridiculous, who knows?
The only thing I know for real is that my aunt is having the time of her life laughing at her own daughter imitating her nephew who's trying to stand up straight.
"S&- teasing my -$-ba&#" My mother comes to the rescue. SAVE ME MOTHER! She takes her sweet sweet time walking with something in her hand, a sort of mug she drinks, she stops when she can look at us from the back of the couch.
Kiko, apparently understanding her. Turns to look at my mother and blinks one time before saying something like "I'm dan&- with nebe!"
Urgh can she stops calling me nebe? It's not even my full name!
My aunt starts laughing again at her answer and my mother have a fond smile on her face too.
How could she smile when looking at Satan itself in baby form, don't tell me she's siding with her too?
I can't be sure she's on her side because before my mom answers the demon, the demon gets closer to me and start waving her spine around while looking at me.
It looks straight up ridiculous. I'm not standing like that right?
Talking about standing, after her laughing crisis, my aunt points at me. She looks up, tilting her head back until she can see my mom and talks.
"Hey, why's neribe st&#& l&# that?"
My mom looks down at her sister, or sister in law at least and shrugs at her. Taking a slow sip of whatever the fuck is in her mug "No I&#"
My aunt stares at her for a good moment before looking down at me and her own daughter.
"Kiko w&#& doi&# $_#$ &t eight"
She looks up at my mother after saying that, apparently waiting for an answer. But my mother doesn't give her any, instead she stares at me and the dancing baby.
My aunt continues "Talks #&#- too"
I turn my head to look at my aunt, she doesn't seems to mind the staring and smile at me.
Did she just said I talked well?
I freeze, well, I freeze as much as I can. Doesn't look any different than before.
The only thing that's different is that Kiko walks to get in front of my sight again to show me her dance, I won't call this an imitation, I'm not moving like that, and I won't accept anything else until I see myself in a mirror.
After a while. My aunt talks again, staring at both of us, Kiko and me.
"Well -#& &#s, talk&# dad?"
My mom frowns, the only reaction she gave since the start. She level a look at my aunt.
Said aunt raises both of her hands "Not #&#& dad #& &# cr#"
My mom sighs and looks at us, the kids, again, her frown dissapearing. And for once she talks.
"Sa&# to #&#& him to #&#&&"
My aunt stops moving for a while. Just staring at me and kiko playing.
Well, I'm still staring right at them but they don't seem to mind or believe that I can understand them.
Which makes sense, I can't really understand most of what they're saying, but I don't like the small amount of what they're saying.
They look at us for a good moment, before my aunt breaks the silence again.
"Yeah, he's #&#&#, nebe's fine"
OF COURSE I'M FINE!
Wait wait, nebe's still not my name! Don't tell me it's a nickname now?
My mother reacts well to whatever my aunt said, smiling and jumping over the backrest to sink in the couch while drinking her potion of secrecy, I still don't know what's in this fucking mug.
"Yeah, jus&# a baby q&##"
Okay okay, I'm pretty damn sure we're talking about me.
Are they talking about my weird moves? They are right?
My face gets grabbed by kiko hands, she pulls my head until I look at her again, and then she starts dancing.
CAN SHE STOPS FOR ONCE!? ADULTS ARE BUSY HERE!?
"Oh yeah, p&#& nebe outside?"
"Maybe t-#-#"
Wait am I going outside?