Arthur, his father, a metal industry worker, had become very bad periods in their working live. Retirement and the arrival of the grandchildren had changed a lot, and even more, stop drinking alcohol as told his doctor. But his daughter remembered well when he was returning from the bar, tired of the work, and with many glasses of wine over.
Unknown to her why, when Marcy was a teenager, the father became an alcoholic. Although Marcy and his mother were already lying, he arrived willing to organize a scene. Lifting the mother to give him dinner, and any insignificant thing was the cause of a quarrel. She scared much with the discussions of the parents and covered the ears with all his strength to attenuate the screams. Once the father ended in the quarter of Marcy and took her out of bed to continue the discussion.
-Watch your daughter! I don´t believe that she is mine. She doesn´t seems to me!
When he pulled out this topic, it wanted to say that he was coming but very angry, and Marcy died of fear that could paste it.
-Look at her! the only child, the spoiled child.
He sometimes picked and gave her a few slaps on the face, depending on how he had the day. The efforts of the mother by defend Marcy did not serve too much. Ever, she had piss above while his father tracked every feature of her face, in search of the ultimate test. When he was jealousy attack there was nothing to do. After that the parents were going to continue the discussion, and Marcy stayed in her room, lying face-down on the bed, crying hours and hours, not understanding what was happening, thinking that if she were best or prettier or more intelligent, or if she had been a child, her father would love her.
Even for a time, she insisted on carrying almost shaved hair and always dresses pants and said she wanted to be a metallurgical worker. The father, the next day of those scandals, was returning very sad from work. He sat his daughter on his knee and pressed her very hard. Marcy felt that his father was sorry.
-Let's see, love, tell me what you are going to be.
And she said many, many times, "metallurgical worker, as you", and he laughed and cried at the same time. And Marcy was so happy at that time that she could not stop saying "metal worker" to brighten up his father and could come to love her one day. He remembered that every day of his life and even more when he visited the parents.
Luckily, everything had changed so much that the past appeared to be a crazy nightmare. Only remained, as silent witnesses of everything, the same plush dolls, already old, on the same bed, but its owner had grown and was gone.