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Being seven, I didnt quite understand what she meant by addiction but I did understand who she was talking about. Although I didnt know the full concept it still hurt me

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* o ....x 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. * o English Coursework..x sowii to bover...x 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? ...read more.

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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 trying to sleep and she was downstairs on the phone to my aunt. I crept down the 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 see the emotions being broadcasted on her beautiful face. ...read more.

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It had happen more than once, these events. As I grew older I started to understand more, actually think and try to figure out the cause, figure out the reason behind my mum's sorrow. Every night when my so called father did turn up in front of our doorstep and get himself into the house there was nothing but constant quarrelling and smashing of objects. Years went by and I learnt to live with the fact knowing it wasn't going to change anytime soon. o * o This was not the only time. It had happen more than once, these events. As I grew older I started to understand more, actually think and try to figure out the cause, figure out the reason behind my mum's sorrow. Every night when my so called father did turn up in front of our doorstep and get himself into the house there was nothing but constant quarrelling and smashing of objects. Years went by and I learnt to live with the fact knowing it wasn't going to change anytime soon. I would be in room flooding my pillow till it couldn't hold any more of my tears. They would be in the living room or in their room shouting at each other, but the only response my dad would give off was I promise this is the last time I won't do it again. One thing I did learn is that promises can be broken and when they are, they mean nothing. ...read more.

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