I heard yelling through the halls of our small creaky house. I sat in the corner with my head resting on my knees, cheeks stained with tears. arms around my legs. If my mom saw me she would say how un-ladylike I was being.
A lady should never cry, It's not pretty. Woman were made to be pretty.
A lady should never speak without being spoken to my a man, it's very disrespectful as well as talking back.
A lady should never share her independent opinion, ladies are to be seen, not heard.
A lady should always look her best in front of a man, women were made to please.
A lady should, A lady shouldn't. Mom seems perfect in front of everyone. She's trying with my father but she keeps messing up, as she claims.
She probably fell asleep after working on chores all day yesterday and forgot to do the dishes.
I would have done them, that's if I could've walked. My dad says that he is preparing me, my husband will be the same. So every mistake I make never goes unpunished.
I see my mom stumble into my room and quietly close the door so my dad thinks it's some girl talk, girl talk is the only time we have alone.
"Hey honey." she turns to face me, that's when I see her eyes is bruised. I take a wash cloth from my bathroom, wet it, and hand it to her.
"Thank you sweetheart," she sits on my bed next to me "hey, do you think you could cook breakfast tomorrow." I can hear that she is on the verge of crying so, I quickly nod.
"Thanks sweet girl, what would I do without you?" She pulls me into a weak hug. I would do anything for my mom because I know, she has it worse.
I was a mistake. My mom was young and alone, walking down the street when dad took advantage of her. He says if he left, it wouldn't look good for him. Everyone else thinks their madly in love, if they weren't my parents, I would too.
I feel like this is all because of me, my mom said she made the mistake by keeping me. But she thanks me everyday because if I wasn't here, she wouldn't have lasted as long. But if I wasn't here, that night wouldn't have happened.
A/N
Hope you liked this and I know I have a lot of stories so this will kinda be a side one
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