Leo Life Starts

During my youth days, my parents quarrel almost three times in a week. No! I should say it's more like my mom beats my dad.

Sometimes my dad wants to share some income to his poor siblings but my mom didn't agree instead she swears "You **** me and not them, why are they supposed to get your money?" Even as a young girl, I know that is so harsh and rude but no one can talk back. I feel pity to my father.

Although she uses violence a lot, she is so gentle towards us sometimes. That's why it's difficult to hate her all the time. At those times, I remember the sayings "Mom will be mom." We wanna kill her evil but we can't.

Our family believes in Buddhism. Unlike other household, we go to pagodas at night because my dad had to work till evening. However not all pagoda memories are not beautiful during my childhood. My parents quarrel in public and as children we were so shy.

The most obvious one is the fight in front of the zoo. While we head back to home from pagoda, my father started the conversation that he wants to give his little brother and sister a little money and new clothes. Actually he wants to discuss it with mom, he wanted trust. My mom refused to understand. She started to swear loudly inside the car and me,my brother and sister hide our heads from people, they can see us outside from the car.

My dad didn't say anything back, it made my mom more angry. She gets out from the car and run towards the centre of street by shouting "I'm still alive and you wanna give everything to your siblings. You don't look back your family, your mother fucker. I'll divorce you."

If I were my dad, I would left her and drive home.

However, My dad chose to call her back, she pulled his hair, slapped and swear at the gate of zoo, a police officer came and stopped the fight.

We didn't come out from the car, it's so shameful at that time. They conflict last for too long.

So, My brother leads to home by walking and holding me and my sister's hand since it's not ending sooner. That scence is still obvious on my mind.

When I was 12, I was busy with my studies and I can't see my mom all the time. So she can't scold me for too long.

Normally, she swear to me, "**** your dad,bitch. If you wanna talk me back, get out from my house. Don't eat my food. You're useless and stupid. Get out from my house and be a slut for your living." I hate that times.

One night, I had a strange dream, my dad was killed by a thief in my dream. After two months, he was died by diabetes, at the age of 53. I was 12 and my mom was 43.

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