Monologue Of Cato

I awoke to the noise of Cato screaming as if he were being pulled apart by the limbs. My father soon yelling, “Agrippa! Get up and comfort your brother!” I was tempted to point out that I felt he should not be my responsibility, but I would most likely be punished for speaking out of turn. I slowly walked over to the baby as I realized that it was still dark outside. I took the two year old into my arms and did my best to hold back my anger. I decided I would start making breakfast since I probably couldn’t get to sleep after this. I changed his cloth then, while still holding Cato I found the mortar, pestle, and started to smash some grapes. While still smashing, I watched the beautiful sunrise out the window. I heard a shriek come from Cato, then his tiny, carnivore-like teeth dug into my shoulder. I squealed and almost dropped him, which brought my mother running frantically into the room.
Vases fall off of shelves, Mother sits Cato on the ground, gets on her knees and blindly prays. Father stomps in and asks me if I knew what was going on, I think oh yes the Gods and I had a long detailed conversation about it. He looked at me as if he could read my mind and was offended. The quaking stops after a minute or two and we go on about our day. I put the grapes in a small bowl for Cato. He instantly splashes the mush straight onto the floor and gives me a fiendish smile. My mother kisses my father on the cheek and says “Have a great day Aemilianus, you too Agrippa.” I looked at them with pure joy and confusion. “This isn’t something I want you to expect on a daily basis.” he said “But, just for today I’m going to let you see me work and maybe even paint a little.” I jumped up with pure glee and jumped into his arms. This had been a dream of mine since I was a small child. I quickly run into my room, change out of my sleepwear, hug my mother and walk joyfully out of the house with my beloved