Mom was holding the teddy bear in her hands, those hands that, if they breathed, would only be anger. She had him by the head, causing his legs to flutter. He was still on.
My mother was angry. Her brown eyes were tinged with rage as her eyebrows showed a huge frown. With a quick movement she found the switch for her teddy, thus turning it off. The teddy's legs stopped moving, falling to the dead body while in the air.
After turning it off, she threw him back to the couch where she was. She fell onto my lap.
- What did you do! She, ”she yelled at me. She winced a little at the change in tone in her voice. - Were you asking for help? His eyes were wide on hers, so wide they were terrifying. They are the same as my aunt's when she used to scold me.
"I ..." I hesitated. Words were not coming to my mouth. She was scared. —It's that you forced me here ...