The compassionate kidnapper

Homeless haven

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I hope you enjoy reading....

After the death of my mother, when I was eight years old, I was overcome by sadness, and I was trapped in my compulsiveness and helplessness, and as a child who could not comprehend the winds of life and its cruelty, her child lost a soul that she used to contain and seek refuge in her embrace when she was afraid. My mother's soul was lost from me. All care and love vanished, and she became almost like... Empty.

On the eleventh of November
I fight eternal battles with my father because of his tyranny, his greed for politics, and his love of money. My father is a member of the House of Representatives in the government and a former minister who has many corruption files, but they are hidden.
A man in his late forties, despite his age, but he seems to have a healthy build. This is due to his selfishness and cruelty, in addition to the fact that he is a domineering man.

Are you arguing with your father, you retard? How many times have I warned you about the way you talk to me and choosing your vocabulary before speaking, and not throwing these wild looks at me?
I spent my life for you after your mother died, feeding you and providing you with what you need. You have a life that all girls dream of.

- For God's sake, father, enough of it... I don't want this life. You covet this money. You have been blinded by its abundance of greed, and you want it only for yourself, and this will not come to you, which you are proud of as being the right of the people.

With an angry voice, he shouts at her
- Rossana - I don't want these ridiculous things, and I don't want to see your face. Go to your room

Rossana with a rude look
I don't care about your screaming... you are a corrupt man

Apparently the sanctions did not raise you well. Get out of my house, Rosanna. You do not deserve what I am doing to you.
Get out now and don't come back and forget that you have a father.

I looked at him for a long time without speaking. My eyes were full of tears, but I did not cry in front of him, as I did not want to show him my weakness.
I did not have the ability to speak. I wished at this moment that my mother was with me, so she would hug me and not allow this to happen.

I went to my room feeling that my feelings were numb. I searched for my bag to put what I needed in it, and after I took a long, deep breath, I went out.
I didn't even see him waiting for me, and I don't think he regretted sending me away in the slightest
No matter what happens, he is my father and the only thing I have after my mother, and I love him, but I wanted him to live faithfully.
I just want him to be an honest person, just like my mother was. She called me "Rossana," which is the highest level of mercy and kindness

My mother loved flowers, clouds and rain
Rain falls when it fades, and birds surround it
And butterflies and the moon looks at them
The cats come to visit her and treat them kindly, pure and free of impurities
He is caring, concerned for people's feelings and conditions, generous and giving.

_ Eight o'clock in the evening, the doors of winter are starting to open
After I left, I was disappointed...
The wind is cold, but I won't feel like my soul is burning
I walk and stumble, hoping that the morning will come and rise
To wait what will happen at the end of the horizon

The streets contained few people. There was no noise except the sad sound of the night and its breeze.
I knocked on the door several times...for it to open
_ Hello Clarine
_Rossana!! What brings you this night?
Quarrel with your father again, right?
Yes, Clarin, this matter ended today.
Will you keep me at the door? Let me in. I want to drink some water
_ Sure. Sure. Don't mind. Come in. This is your house too. Go to my room to rest.

The end of the first part...

Where did Rossana go?