chapter 3

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the kitchen smelled of stinky detergent that we've been using for the past one and a half years.

no changes were made, the atmosphere was always tense and unrest

what more than when my paternal side crashes the house, messes it up, and leaves it like a buffet restaurant

i've been made to go on all fours, scrub everything using a typically pathetic toothbrush, hand wash and air dry furniture covers or clothes

i even clean the toilet with a mouldy sponge.

but none of this, this effort that you may call

was ever appreciated.

my father was too greedy a man, too blind a lover, too stupid an average person

to learn how to be nice, to be fair and square

to take care of me and raise me like how normal loving parents would do.

instead

money was his wife, the woman his second, and my real mother the last thing he wanted to see on this earth.

my siblings? they were the second last.

me? the person he wanted to see forever to serve him.

my purpose to live was actually very simple,

but with a lot of burdens. disadvantages, hellish benefits.

i get nightmares all the time they beat me up, throw me against the wall

when they scream at me for my supposed idioticness.

when they think that i deserve to be educated this way and not your normal schooling method.

i pray all the time, to meet my real mother.

but i can't.

because it was a cage.

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