Shouts, curses and shattering glass rang throughout the house.

It was normal. Almost every other day our parents fight.

My litter mates Pj and Spilled act as if everything is okay.

But unlike them, I knew.

Unlike them I didn't watch cartoons and read comics. I watched documentaries, crime shows and read history books.

It wasn't normal for our parents to fight.

It wasn't okay.

But I still didn't understand why they did.

I asked Dad why they hurt each other.

He grabbed my arm and told me I shouldn't be worried about adult problems.

He let go and told me to go play with my brothers.

My arm hurt after that and I didn't talk about it around him anymore.

I asked Papa next. He just smiled sadly and said I was to smart for my age sometimes.

Then he hugged me. He hugged me for a very long time.

When he let go he told me he was going to do something about it very soon.

I hope so.