Rekindle of love

It’s late at night, everyone has gone to bed, but dad isn’t back yet. My mom was still awake, waiting for him to come so she could prepare him dinner. I fling on my bed. I was trying to meditate. I don’t know when I doze off. Now I’m waken by dad’s uproarious noise I could hear someone hitting something. "What’s happening? I hope this man is not hitting Mom." I muster to myself as the sound continues to disrupt me. I stood up to know what it was I was hearing as I got to my door. I quietly opened it because I was afraid to see that my dad was hitting my mom. I couldn’t bear to see him beating my mom. "Stupid woman, what do you how to do you and that your daughter is good for nothing," he yelled at her and hit her wooden chair on her head. She fell down unconsciously. I opened the door with so many tears in my eyes. I cast him a furious gaze. He is totally drunk. I approached my unconscious mother, watching her as she lay helplessly on the floor, blood streaming from her mouth, br

"Jasmine," my father called with a calm voice. I was so surprised at the way he called; it wasn’t like that before. He must be having a very good day. I answered him, but somehow I felt like switching him around, like my money. "I have done everything for you." "The least you can do for me is pay me by getting married to whomever I choose for you as suitors." I glared at him. I’m just twenty, and he wants to marry me to someone who is just like him. "I have a very rich friend who is willing to take care of you." It’s quite certain I will be getting money from him every day for my upkeep . Don’t disappoint me, do you hear me?" I couldn’t focus on what he was saying with just his annoying voice and his adenoidal voice. He grasped my left ear, making it hurt. "Ouch." I winced in pain. His grip is really hurting. He must have been a wrestler when he was my age. Now I can remember him saying that his friend, who is just his age, will come and marry me off because he has a lot of pr

"You didn’t tell me you have a daughter that is as beautiful as this," he said to my father while caressing my face. His touch is making me grow more angry. I wasn’t smiling; I had my face formed with anger, knowing full well that nobody in my house understood how I felt, even though my mother is in support of this marriage. My father is a man who would sell his daughter’s future off for the small change he needed at that moment to get himself alcohol because that’s the only thing he uses money for. They all sat down, and anger gripped me as I looked at the pale face of the old man he had brought to marry me; he was smiling like a coward. My mother went straight to the kitchen. She held my hand as I joined her in the kitchen. I wasn’t happy with her at all. She just killed my emotions today. As we entered the kitchen, she brought out coffee. Are we serving the guests with that as well? I asked myself "What will I actually do with this?" I asked her with anger that had overcrow

I sat by the side of my mom, who was lying on a hospital bed with a supporting machine. It’s been an hour now, and she is still unconscious. I lay by her side, filled with tears in my eyes. I don’t know where to get money for her hospital bill. I still don’t know if she still has saves . My stupid father can’t help after putting her into such misery. He left the house instantly. My eyes reddened. I don’t want to see my father's face again. If my mother regains herself, I don’t think we are going back to that house. Even though we don’t have anywhere to go, I guess living on the street, hustling to survive, is better than staying in the house of a heinous father that causes us nothing but pain. "Mom, please don’t leave me." I held her hand, looking at her eyes. I still have no hope of her recovery; there’s no sign of her waking up. I won’t forgive my father for this. I can’t imagine my life without my mother; she is all I have. I held her hand and squeezed it. I hope she wakes up.

My mouth was struck on seeing the hospital bill; it was more than expected.The money my mother save didn't have enough to stump up with the bill I became so worried as I handed the bill over to my mom. On seeing it, she screamed, "Where am I going to get the money from?" Her voice was so frail."Mum, let me get the savings first." I knew it wasn’t going to be enough, but I needed to figure out how to get the remaining money.How can I forget so quickly that I can ask Clara if there’s any job vacancy available, even if it's a cleaner? I don’t mind doing it to get money for the hospital bill, but first I need to go home. Remembering my father, my face crept with anger, and I prayed I wouldn’t see him."This is not going to be enough," she said.But I nodded and let her know that I would find a way out. I got on my heels and went to our house. The thought of meeting my father in the house was making my spirit soar. Everything about my father irritates me. When I got to our hou