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THE WOUND OF A LIFETIME
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I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge especially when I knew I was surrounded by the people I love.I felt safe and secure but sometimes life takes a turn you never expect.My aunt Glenda was sitting with us telling us about the good old days and singing to us wonder ful music.I could see something was wrong with my mother but I didn’t ask I didn't wanna seem dramatic.I could see she's in pain.I couldn't even focus on my aunt all I kept thinking about was my mother.While my aunt was talking my mother got up and left.I followed her and that's when I saw her arguing with my father and suddenly my father grabbed my mother’s hand tight and threatened her to never talk to him like that again and that's where it all started.The beatings and the swearing.Which lead to the most traumatic days of my life the Murder.My father came home drunk and this was a casualty because that's the kind of man my father was a women beater alcoholic.He came in very wet and started cursing everything and everyone in the house.My mother was in the kitchen he came in and started cursing my mother but my mother was used to his tantrums,threats and beatings.So she just gave him his food and my father smashed it on the floor and he said that food was terrible.My mother looked at him scared knowing he was gonna do something stupid so she just walked away and ran into the kitchen my father followed him and threw the food at her and my mother got on top of the table that day was like he was demon possessed because he just started clapping my mother,kicking,punching and cursing her and my mother was just screaming with no response from the neighbors and I knew it was up to me to save him but I couldn't because I had thoughts that I was too small and there was nothing I can do.So I just hid behind the sofa and cried.My father took a hammer and killed my mother with it and I cried because I could hear my mother slowly dying.My father took of with his car and later was found dead in his car and that's the wound I will have for a life time.
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I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge especially when I knew I was surrounded by the people I love.I felt safe and secure but sometimes life takes a turn you never expect.My aunt Glenda was sitting with us telling us about the good old days and singing to us wonder ful music.I could see something was wrong with my mother but I didn’t ask I didn't wanna seem dramatic.I could see she's in pain.I couldn't even focus on my aunt all I kept thinking about was my mother.While my aunt was talking my mother got up and left.I followed her and that's when I saw her arguing with my father and suddenly my father grabbed my mother’s hand tight and threatened her to never talk to him like that again and that's where it all started.The beatings and the swearing.Which lead to the most traumatic days of my life the Murder.My father came home drunk and this was a casualty because that's the kind of man my father was a women beater alcoholic.He came in very wet and started cursing everything and everyone in the house.My mother was in the kitchen he came in and started cursing my mother but my mother was used to his tantrums,threats and beatings.So she just gave him his food and my father smashed it on the floor and he said that food was terrible.My mother looked at him scared knowing he was gonna do something stupid so she just walked away and ran into the kitchen my father followed him and threw the food at her and my mother got on top of the table that day was like he was demon possessed because he just started clapping my mother,kicking,punching and cursing her and my mother was just screaming with no response from the neighbors and I knew it was up to me to save him but I couldn't because I had thoughts that I was too small and there was nothing I can do.So I just hid behind the sofa and cried.My father took a hammer and killed my mother with it and I cried because I could hear my mother slowly dying.My father took of with his car and later was found dead in his car and that's the wound I will have for a life time.
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