One time, my mother fell in love with a sweet man with a huge mustache. He was very sweet to me and he held my mother carefull in his arms like she was a gingerbread house. He never screamed and he was never angry. I liked him alot.
I could tell that my mother really loved him because sometimes she cried for hours, just because she was so happy.
One night, when the three of us had dinner, he got some sauce in his mustache. I could'nt stop staring at it. I still don't know why, but it made me so angry. One minute later I had pierced his hand with my fork. He screamed, I screamed and mum was quiet. I must have used alot of force, because the fork was stuck in his hand and there was blood all over grannys table cloth.
After that, we never saw him again. But I still think about him sometimes.