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I sat there, staring, looking at her wondering how? Questioned her actions, tried really hard to figure out why? Why would she do this? I mean, the last 18 years, she put herself through this pain, this hurt, all those arguments all those tears. She put her mind through endless torture. And why? Because of me.
I was seven, and I remember watching those droplets of water drop from my mother’s beautiful hazel eyes. It was dropping one after another, each teardrop resembling the faulty tap in our kitchen.
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I sat there, staring, looking at her wondering how? Questioned her actions, tried really hard to figure out why? Why would she do this? I mean, the last 18 years, she put herself through this pain, this hurt, all those arguments all those tears. She put her mind through endless torture and why? Because of me.
I was seven, and I remember watching those droplets of water drop from my mother’s beautiful hazel eyes. They were dropping one after another, each teardrop resembling the faulty tap in our kitchen.
I didn’t know why and she wasn’t going to tell me. I mean a seven year old? What can I do to comfort a grown lady? I couldn’t make out what she was saying as I was upstairs in my bed trying to sleep and she was downstairs on the phone to my aunt. I crept down what seemed like endless steps to the living room, and slowly like a cat I came and sat beside my mum and cuddled up in her arms, resting my head gently on her thighs. I felt a lot safer, felt protected, like nothing in the world can touch me. But that was a mum’s duty right? Making you feel safe and protected? Well, it felt like I had the same impact on her.
She stroked my hair section by section holding back the tears, she sighed. My mum continued playing with my hair just like a young girl fiddling with herself trying to hide the obvious. I remember her saying “Because of that man my life’s been ruined, his broken my little home to shreds and for what? For his stupid addiction!” Her voice was full of anger and disappointment I could literally see the emotions being broadcasted on her beautiful face.
Being seven, I didn’t quite understand what she meant by addiction but I did understand who she was talking about. Although I didn’t know the full concept it still hurt me even at that age to see an emotion on my mum exploding with nothing but pain.
It was about 10pm and my mum carried me back up to my room as I fell asleep softly on her lap. It wasn’t long after she came downstairs that I experienced a living nightmare which still stays very vivid in my mind, even now.
