Chapter 20: Past (2)
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When I was eight years old I remember how my father hit my mother for the first time. Do you imagine how scared I was?
I had a normal life up until that point… So normal I don’t remember most of it. But the bad things… I remember them more clearly than I’d like to.
My mother left me and my father to fend for ourselves when I was eleven years old. She cried and held my hand repeating “sorry, sorry, forgive me…” In a whisper as my father slept in the other room. She then stood up and left for good, never to return to look for me nor my father ever again.
If you’re wondering if I could forgive her then I’d have to say no… Why would I forgive a woman that didn’t even try to take me with her?
I’m not blaming her though, I bet my mother isn’t much better off than
