To whom I adore..
Sitting on her rocking chair looking at no where, when her five year old girl approaches her and asks innocently “mom, why did my grandfather hit you?!”
Forcing a smile on her tired face “honey, your grandfather and I were just joking around, he wasn’t hitting me”
“But mom, your eyes and cheeks are blue”
Trying to control a tear “dear, this is a medicine mom is using and will go away soon”
“Ok” she replied and went playing with her toys.
Watching her little one walking away, an emptiness grew inside her..
Touching her painless body or is it aching too much that she cannot feel it anymore..
She remembers nothing but the humiliating scene, the kicking, the punching, the throwing.
He almost killed her and she would die happily.
Although something inside her did not allow it, a feeling or perhaps a voice screamed “defend yourself, damn it, hit back”
And so she did, she hit so hard that his enormous body stopped!!
Her body took over and her mind was watching, she hit once, twice, three times and he freeze!! She could not stop and he could not move!!
Back to her memory, all the blames from everyone who heard or saw!
Your father, how dare you!! What kind of a girl hits her own dad!!
She replied with silence!
TO YOU MY DEAR, TO YOU MY BRAVE
TO YOU… I GIVE MY LOVE
HANG IN THERE..
YOU DID THE RIGHT THING