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, bruises on her head. I couldn't help but cry. I gently placed my hand on her forehead, tightened her head back, and checked for her breathing.I yelled for her to wake up, and she hiccuped and stood up, Mom, are you okay?" I asked hershe winced in pain as I hugged her. "Where is it hurting you?" I asked her as her tears couldn’t stop dripping. I feel like killing my father for causing her so much pain."I’m alright, sweetie," she feigned a smile to lighten up my mood.I helped her to elevate and allowed her to rest as I went inside the kitchen to get ice packs. I snapped the kitchen light on. My eyes were shaken up by the sight of my father. He stood and cowered in one spot."Why are you still awake?" His voice was so adenoidal it was so annoying I cast him a fury gaze as I hid the ice pack I had at my back."I couldn’t sleep." I sound so brittle that my hand was shaking and I couldn’t concentrate. I just reminded myself of his punch, and fear crept over me."You couldn’t sleep" means what? "You and your stupid mother are pissing me off in this house," he said, raising his arm in anger. Instantly, his arm swung swiftly like steel and imparted itself on me. My feet dangled in the air as I fell down with the ice pack. It broke into pieces. Fear bulged from my eyes. Seeing how furious he was looking, he gripped my hair and taunted, "Oh, are you trying to tell me that I’m hurting your mother?" He dragged me behind. He grabbed me."I told you to stop meddling with my business; is it hard to do?" He hit me like a sack and fled from the kitchen.After he had left, I mustered some strength and left the kitchen to my mother, who is battling with strong pain."Dear, did he hurt you?" She asked me as she adjusted her laying position and pressed her hand on my cheek. It’s really hurting so badly to pass another day in this house."Mom, I don’t want to stay here again." I want to go somewhere very far from here. I feel like leaving this house, and my mother put her hand in my mouth to shut it and stop me from talking."Say no more, dear," she said to me. I can’t imagine how much pain she has endured at the hands of my father.Looking into her eyes, I can see pain coiling in them."He is a good man; don’t worry, he will change." It feels like someone is pinching me each time she reminds me how good her wicked husband is.She doesn’t want to leave him, hoping that someday he will change. I don’t know why she wants to stay here until she dies."I pray you will be alright," I said to her, noticing her eyes were hurting.I have a little ice. I picked it up and pressed it into her bruises. She winced in pain as I pressed it into her wound. She is really suffering. I hope I can do something to take this burden away from here and from Daddy‘s torture.She has not taken anything since morning; she has been away since morning to get me some food."Dear, open my bag; I got you something to eat," she said to me. I have been hungry since morning, and my stomach has been growling and making a funny sound. My mother is my world.I went straight to her bag and pulled out a pack full of rice inside. I smiled as I opened it and tried to feed her. She refused to eat,"I can’t have it; you need to eat," I said to her, making her take some. She looks so fragile; she has lost her strength.She agreed and joined me to eat. I wish I could change everything so I could take her and make her feel better because my father‘s beating is destroying her beauty. I wonder if he will ever change.My mother's beauty has waned; she used to be as stunning as a dove, but now she appears so frail, and I pitied her in the hope that she will come out of this horrible situation.She smiled, and her face lit up as I tightened my grip on her, telling her that I understood her suffering and that I would do anything to make her happy. I wish those smiles would never fade.the universe made a mistake by creating me and as well with this kind of useless father I mustered to myself.everything about my father is making me wacky.I lay in my bed, attempting to mediate. I was daydreaming about the present, specifically how I received scholarships to Kisco High School. I took a few deep breaths, reopened my eyes, and returned to the awareness of my breath. After a few minutes, I felt compelled to jot down my thoughts. I opened my drawer and took out all of my painting supplies. I began drafting my feelings on a piece of paper, and the black paint of my mother and daughter's fear coiled in their eyes. It's my fear of insanity, I guess, as I draft it. "Jasmine, my dear," my mother called, and I unlatched my room door. I was pleasantly happy to see her face glowing with a resplendent smile for the first time. "I want you to prepare. You are going for Kisco scholarship exams. I strive to get this money to see that you entered that school. She handed me over $200. That’s a lot of money. I was so shocked and excited at the same time. Where did she get all this from? She must have suffered so hard to get this mon
"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
It was like a nightmarish for me haven’t know that today my father’s friend is coming to pay my bride price. I felt as though I was being swallowed up in the darkness. I breathe a heavy sigh. "Make sure you look so presentable." "I don’t want to see you putting on those shabby clothes." My father's voice rang out, dragging me out of the darkness that was threatening to swallow me. When last did he buy clothes for me? I began to make whirring sounds. I can’t believe my dream is shattering into pieces because of my father's selfish desire. "Where is my mother?" I held my breath as I went to the kitchen to look for her. She was in the kitchen, preparing food for our guest. It hooked me in the heart to see her cooking. I guess she is on my father’s side. I stared at her as tears could not stop dripping from my eyes. She has a lot to cook. She waved at me immediately after she saw me. "Are you going to cook all that?" I inquired with a frail voice. She looked at my pale face and k
"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
Everything is moving smoothly, and I am so excited within."I think I have had enough of this nonsense." You just ruined my day and splashed scorching coffee on me. I will deal with you and my cloth, which is really costly. You just messed it up; your father can’t afford it. I will never forgive you for that." He retorted angrily as he took a measured step to leave the house. As I watched him take a step to leave, my face was beaming with smiles.Is this the kind of man my father wants me to marry—someone who is worse than him? My father is sure to plan a great trick with me."Wait, in-law, whatever it is, I will resolve it." I felt like kicking my father. Why would he stop him from leaving gently?"What can you do?" "Do you know how much I spent on these clothes that your daughter ruined?" "You don’t know because you have never touched that kind of money before." I couldn’t stop smiling, seeing how mad he was with my father. Is this the kind of person my father calls a friend? I
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.
Clara cleaned the wound on my mouth ,she applied it antibiotics and gave me tetanus injections she smiled softly at me she is so beautiful her eyes were blinking light sensation to me."Don’t worry, I will take care of your mom." She sounds like an angel indeed, as if she knows what I’m thinking about."Jas! Jas!" My mother’s voice was rather a whisper; it’s exciting to see her awake. She looks so frail, and her eyes are so dull.I went closer to her: Mom, thank God you are awake." "I had spent days and nights hoping for the day you would wake up." I whooped.It feels so good to have my mother back."Jas!" "Where am I?" She asked, trying to turn around.She was looking so pale"We are in the hospital." I said I was worried because she had been through enough, and I wished I could do anything to help her out of this trouble."Hospital?" She was so shocked to hear that I knew in her mind she wonders where we will get money for her hospital’s bill. I
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