So he finally left. Father is gone, and I knew it was coming. I don't blame him for what he did, being mother is so controlling. I feel life could end at anytime for me, and it was true. Mother had been so close to killing me before it didn't come as a surprise anymore. My brothers hated me now, and they did everything mother told them to do to me. They would beat me, and even tattle on me. Even if i didn't do anything wrong, they still found reasons to punish me. I wish father would return, or even return and take me away! But I don't think that will ever happen.
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