The Child Bride

Part Two

From the start as I had mentioned before, me & my dad were relatively quite close❤ We had a bond so special like no other father, daughter relationships had. Everything seemed to be going quite generally fine in my family. Or so I thought.

My dad worked in a factory, my mum was the manager & me and my 3 brothers all attended secondary school. It was not until the day of my 14th Birthday that my mum had fallen ill with cancer. She was in a state like no other. I had never seen my mother in such a state ever & to hear the doctors saying that she would only last a few more months was truly upsetting to hear. I remember my youngest of brother always asking my dad "What's wrong with her? Why is she going to die soon?", and him giving no answer. My dad was the type of person who tried to hide his feelings always. He never showed them, especially not in front of his children or wife.

Till this day, I always think about my mother and the type of person that she was and how I wish I could be just like her. If she were here, I know that she wouldn't have let some of the things that took place. The family started to collapse as soon after my mother's death, as she was what helped bring positivity into our family. None of us were ever aware that she was seriously ill or that this day would ever come. For me, it just happened.

I hated the fact that most of my friends still had their mothers around them to nurture them and to take care of them, whereas mine was gone. Not a single day would go by without us thinking of our mother and of all the wonderful memories we had together.

It was not until 10 days after my birthday had my dad started to blame me for my mothers' death. He felt it was my fault that she passed away and felt that I was the setback for the family. Hearing this from my own fathers' mouth was upsetting and hard to believe since we used to be so close. I didn't know what it was that made him believe that I was the reason behind my OWN mother's death. Nights, days, even weeks would go by with him ignoring to speak to me.

One day, I decided to approach my father and ask him of why he blamed me for my mum's death. It was unusual and cruel for him to be thinking I would be behind all this.

"But why would I hurt mum like that? Are you absurd?" I asked

"The only absurd one is you Maria? You killed my wife?", he said angrily

"And how did I do that? Do you honestly think I would hurt the person who gave birth to me, who fed me & who generally loved me." 

"Just be quiet Maria and leave us alone. You've ruined this family forever."

"Your crazy to blame me dad! I would never do anything like that", I said frustratingly

"Just be quiet Maria! Stop thinking about only yourself for once. Think about how your brothers for once. Stop making excuses...."

"- The only person making excuses is you to blame for this entire situation", I said whilst interrupting him.

With that said, I walked out the room in a sudden manner and headed to my room, whilst slamming the door behind me. My dad blaming me for my mother's death was an excuse for him to make him feel more pushy and controlling towards me, especially since I was the only girl. I didn't know of any way in else to convince my father. He had gone completely mad in believing that I was behind my mum getting cancer and dying due to me.

My mothers' death was what changed our lives drastically & my dad blaming me for my mother's death was just the beginning of my story......

All it took was just one phone call, one plane ride, and one day, for my childhood to just disappear in the blink of an eye.

This is MY story!
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