Wish I ... no dad!

People born who also want to have a happy family life, no enough, I, too, always wanted to be the love interest from the family. My childhood has never felt the love of the father, just remember the battle of the blow when he was drunk, the small children crying to flee in the Bush. Rảo-step mother all over the place looking for the father of every night, pulled his father out of the gamble. Because the child's disabilities should I or at home, witness what grief should not see.

Sometimes I wish I didn't have a father.

His father brought the most precious things in the House up for sale, grab each bone of blood money to the family for breeding. I am extremely angry, wanting to scream and tell her father not be ruthless like but never speak. At the time, I was still too young, his father was afraid I gave the mother should take the knife out of the threat, to prohibit. Don't speak out, then in his heart that comes out like that all week I'm not alone.

Up grade 10, school away from home 15 km, for not biking is only so to maintain the school's accommodation but not family economic conditions allow, with no father bear worry for me. Trade of the mother alone early algae frequency I either give up learning. I cried a lot.

, Day passes, a kitchen corner with side work cooking, cleaning up, I sadly, mother lament: "I go to school at least many social care rather than stay at home like this who cares me anymore". Me, my mom chasing around the loan open for me is under sales. The idea then I can live a fun way but just about to head back home was tense as want to explode. My father still tha concrete alcohol tea, with gentle, funny looks but inside the father is a cold heart.

His father blamed me is useless, handicapped guys take me out compared with the healthy children. Swallowed tears to live well but would anyone understand how painful I. I also want to have a healthy body, a sturdy legs like people but create turned pirate irony lost my smile. How to go to school year I have study hard, be the master loves you. After this I sales, care alone make each coins to take care of yourself, help the family. These days the busy season I'm not afraid to run on home cooking, cleaning, I did was how much work that many ordinary people do not do, so why still not satisfied

I wonder if not go back just one spot then still being treated like father? My daily life is like that, a lock and painful life. Thinking of my mother, all suffering seems to vanish, I feel comforted by the immense love for his mother and sisters. Month on raising children to wear skinny body, mom Melissa, my mother white awareness wind left to take care of every dish, the tablet. The summer midday oi sweet mother lyrics by Arab ru me into sleep.

People said "no Sun flowers bloom no, no mother even poets, writers and all heroes are not there". My mother is the motivation I urge next step on the road of life. In contrast my sister is also the only encouragement to parents lived until today. Mom teaches: "living the Gospel in Germany for children", the word my mother taught me forever inscribed, which is the page help me live better every day. Although now I have great wisdom but each time found his parents arguing I hurt my mother very much, worry parents will have to endure the hitting of the father, the mother had to run away in fright night and rainy. Whether you I have overcome that obsession in the soul?

I don't have a rich family, just smooth, peaceful life. Look at the wrinkles on face mom skinny hands, we bottle not from Mercy far. See more at my father treated my mother, with silver currency thought would rather have no father, just a peaceful life with mum. There is a truth never changes, although his father has bad far does father still as his father, who gave birth to me. Hope one day my father would change, is exemplary father and respectable in my heart.=

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