Literature
The Tears of Goodbye
He picked up his belt and flung it at my arm. I felt the stinging pain. I let out a scream, as much as I wanted to hold it in. I stared up at his face, how can one be so unfortunate to be cursed with a father like this? I saw his reaction to the scream, his jaw clenched, his eyes were blood red. I hate when he drank.
Mother left us when I was only six years old. No one ever told me why she left or where she went. To tell you the truth, no one ever told me anything. My Aunt Janie told me that my mother had left because she couldn't handle the fact that my father was becoming a violent alcoholic. For some reason, I think she didn't love me b