Sister : come on let's play again.
Big brother : you are growing up stronger little brother.
: In the contrary you're the stronger...But I made everyone laughs at you.
( We all started laughing together)
Mother : relax husband, he means well, they're just playing.
Father : and that's precisely my problem.
( My father came into our room)
Father : So ! Why won't you teach me that trick, boy.
: Father we were just... Having fun...
Father : we fight for our survival and you find time for fun...I want to have fun, teach me come on.
: Father it was nothing...
( He hit me again and again...)
Father : you are foolish and impulsive...My boy...What ? No more laughter.
Mother : you made your point husband.
Father : someday...It is a miracle that you are still alive...Boy.
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Empty Memories
Short StoryAn Old man once told me ''If they even say a word , they don't care and so Do I'' I write this Story for those who had bad memories with their parents, those who had problems with themelves as children, those who never felt like children due to some...
