Written by: Jackie © Copyright
Why is it that some couples that try so hard to have a child of its own fail? And another couple that doesn’t know the first thing about raising a child has at least 2 or more? Children are supposed to be a joy to a couple, a symbol of a couple’s undying eternal love, are they not? Some people don’t deserve to have children, while those who do remain childless. This is a story of a young girl who was abused early on in her childhood.
Sharing is caring. Sharing is caring. This concept has been drilled over and over in every child’s head. However, she spent the first three and half years of her life without a sibling to share her toys with; therefore, she didn’t understand the concept fully. However, when her little sister was close to one and a half years old, she understood the meaning of the phrase the hard way.
It was a typical day, typical for any child, especially her; she was sitting with her family in their rented apartment while she played with a few toys and a coloring book. Her younger sister, however, came along and started tugging on her toys. Knowing children, when an object is in another person’s hand, it’s much more beautiful, so her sister began to tug at the coloring book along with the other toys and such. The result, however, was a little tug of war, one that resulted in screaming and crying from the youngest as they both kept on tugging in order to free the coloring book from one another.
It’s all a bit hazy now. Years later after growing up, she still remembers the gist of the situation. The tug of war was about to end with her defeating her youngest sister when in walked the mother. Mother was not entirely known for her fairness. Mother favored her niece over her own eldest daughter; therefore, one can only imagine what was done to her.
Mother walked in angrily at being disturbed, especially before she was about to leave the house and purchase a grilled
Hamour (local type of fish) while visiting one of her friends. Heading straight towards the children, she becomes quite frightened but not enough. Although she happened to get back her coloring book, Mother swept right in, took the coloring book from her little hands, and handed it to the youngest child. The next thing she knew, Mother’s hands went straight to her little ears, tugging them in a scolding manner and dragging the young child of four and a half years outside with her while yelling the whole time.
Mother thought it was a wise choice to teach her a lesson by dragging her outside of the apartment, locking the door while leaving the domestic helper and the youngest child inside, as she went to get lunch. Mother thought it might have been funny to keep a child of such a young age locked outside its own home and sitting on the staircase, while she left to enjoy a little chat with a friend just before getting lunch.
The daughter, nevertheless, didn’t think it was funny at all. She was scared, really terrified with what might have happened. Had it not been for the old lady who lived in the apartment below, one must wonder what could have happened to this child. The sweet old lady with her driver and domestic helper took her in to spend the next few hours waiting for her Mother. The sweet old lady thought that Mother must have forgotten her by accident; she remained silent, not wanting to contribute anything.
She learned from then on, that life was really unfair; that the oldest is always going to get punished regardless of what she does. Even when Mother returned, Mother was not happy with her seeking sanctuary in the sweet old lady’s apartment. Mother even got angrier, and proceeded to slap her.
She eventually learned another lesson that she would just have to live without Mother’s love.
Others may have a Mother’s love, but she only has had bitter memories of beatings carried out by her own. To her, Father means the entire world. However, Father is rarely home, so no one is there to protect her from Mother.
She sits quietly contemplating various different memories, and starts to pen a note in her mind. It starts with “Dear Mother…”
