I slept on the couch one night and in between sleep, I turned and saw mommy with another man who wasn't daddy; I pondered who could he be; who was she hugging and why was she kissing him?
Daddy came home from work early in the morning and hugged me; he said: "sit on my lap and tell me what dreams you had?" I contemplated if to tell him what I saw. A silent voice said "Yes".
As I related to Dad what I saw, his facial expression frowned and he took me off his lap and headed to the bedroom where mom was.
I heard loud shouts and arguing with curses that I wasn't allowed to repeat.
Daddy stormed out of the house; I'm not sure where he went! Mommy grabbed a stick and approached me shouting "You're NOT my child.
Why would you say those things to your father? I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!!!".
As she hit me repeatedly with the stick; I could feel her anger, rage, and hate towards me! I don't love mommy anymore because she doesn't love me.
All I could remember about mommy is how much she hates me. I'm new to writing but your feedback is appreciated. Kind Regards. Stephanie Abraham