Collin

　　It was like a video, played many times. My parents were joking around with me between them. I was just three years or four. My father carried me on his shoulder. In a minute, he took me running around the room. My mother teased me, doing peekaboo. Our laughter bounced, crowding the room.

　　The video changed. My parents were in a quarrel. I had already grown up this time. My father mocked my mother. I covered my ears when my mother threw the objects in the air as a response to my father’s mocking words. Then all were gone. They vanished or I lost my sight; I didn’t know....