Gluttony or just hungry

I was about 10 years of age. One day,  an ordinary day, after playing outside with neighborhood friends I went inside the house where we lived at the time, a small bode of only three rooms, one of those rooms served as kitchen and dining room, In another room  all three brothers sleeped in a single  bed, my three sisters in another  bed and my mother separate in the main (bigger) room.
I was hungry and saw two or three tacos in a sartén on top of the stove.
I had seen my mother in her room, I canner recall what she was doing,  and I as walked into  the kitchen I asked ifI could  eat the tacos in the sartén, and she yelled that no, because they belonged to Chito, my older brother, her favorite son.I remember pleading with her to let me eat at least one, I was ravenous and while she approached me I decided to pinch on one of the tacos.
Indelible in my mind for five decades, this moment stands out;  my mother jumps on top of me as I was sitting on the side of the bed where we usually slept,  pushing or better said, shoving the taco in my mouth as if trying to make me choke on it. Straddling on my chest, both her knees on my face to keep me from turning to either side she screams "You want it, ah? you want it? Here! you can have it!
I don't remember  crying, but I  must have,  I´ve always been a pussy, a softie, a weakling, the only times I felt strong or secure was when I was near my father  or Chito  himself, but for other reasons that   I'll cover in  another post.

I've remembered that episode involving my mother my  entire life and I think, to the best of my knowledge, that  I've told it to only  two people my wife, and my older sister.