" mommy?" She whispered. I adjust the binoculars and peer into the garden.
" what?" The woman's tone is harsh and her face is sharp like a knife. Her teeth are bared as she waits for the child to answer.
" Can I please play? I don't wanna do the washing."
" Did I ask what you wanted? No, so shut your trap."
" yes mommy." I have never seen someone deny a child of their right of enjoyment. I wipe the binocular lenses and place them back into a bag.
" Owwww! Mommy stop!" The mother has picked up a brick from the many that scatter the dead garden and has hit the girl in the head with it. Blood seeps through the matted pigtails and changes the colour from blonde to a sort of pinkish colour like ginger. I throw a glass bottle and the mother is cut in the head too. I duck behind the fence and crawl away.
" Ahhhhh!" The mother wails and she thunders toward the fence. I am already behind a thick trunked tree so she can not spot me.
"I will retrieve your bandages mommy." The girl whisper-sobs
"Stop calling me that!"
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Action11 year old, Suki Weatherby is abused by her mother. When Suki hits back, will the mother continue the hate or will love finally show its face?
