Inside the Home and Saumensch

There are still marks on my hands from the snow and red, frozen blood. I learned that the tall man is my new Papa. The short, mean woman is my new Mama. I have to call them that. Papa has that paper roll in his mouth all the time, and Mama is always mad. This evening, I didn't want to take a bath. She yelled, "Saumensch, du dreckiges!" She called me a filthy pig and asked why I wouldn't undress. I grabbed something so she wouldn't give me a bath. Then, Papa came in and told her to stop, He asked me if I knew how to roll a cigarette, and then we started playing with the paper and powder. Papa started to smoke them. When we finished, I could roll it up and it wasn't bad. I didn't take a bath either.