7 children, a frail/sickly but super-hardworking mother and an irresponsible father who would beat up and r@pe your mum in front of you…do the math and tell me what hope a child from such a family had.
My dad would drop some money that was obviously not enough to feed the family but somehow, he always had enough to get drunk every single night. He worked at the secretariat as a messenger and would go from work to the beer parlor. He drank everything and anything that was strong enough to get him high.
He would come home shouting at everyone, telling the story of how he was warned not to marry my mum and he is suffering for it now (What? I would think to myself…you gave birth to 7 children on a meagre salary; you didn’t need anyone to “do” you).
He would then harass everyone for his food and anything he considered a delay was met with brutish force. I hated him with every fiber of my being.
His only proud possession was his Suzuki motorcycle. We lived in a room and parlor like we used to call it then. Whenever he got angry, he would throw things at my mum; he would beat her with his belt and even punch and kick her. He would flip over my mum’s stall in anger and ruin the things she was selling. He would yell at her in front of everyone and call her unprintable names
The first time I witnessed him rape my mum, I must have been like 4 or 5 years old (and yes, I remember vividly).
After beating her mercilessly, he pushed her and pounced on her and when he was done, he got up and went to eat his food while mum sat there sobbing. I could see that my eldest brother, he was about 10 or 11 years old, wanted to do something about it but must have thought it through and realized he would be doing more harm than good…
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