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confessions of an abused childhood (short story)

OKAY SO THIS IS ON MY OTHER ACCOUNT ALSO, ZOZO12e so that is my original copy first comment gets 10 points

Yusuf’s  p.o.v

I’m so happy that we have been able to get away from all the poverty and havoc of Ethiopia, Australia is so much better.Also Father might be letting mum divorce him.But let me start from the beginning, I’m Yusuf  Yogandil and I used to live in Ethiopia, a place full of poverty, to top it all off my father was giving my mother a bad time, a really bad time.

Yolan’s  p.o.v

My son Yusuf has done so much for me, I am so proud of him. He has helped give me a backbone, he has been deprived of a childhood I should have given him. I have disapointed myself.But luckily we have started on the right foot in this new “free” country.

Yusuf’s p.o.v

It all started 4 years ago when we still lived with father in Ethiopoa, Mother was his second wife but had only given birth to one child, me. when I was 5 Father started hurting mother because she refused to be his sexual slave. At first he would only slap her. I would hear Mother crying at all hours of the night and sometimes when Father was absent I would try and comfort her. Eventually I had convinced her to ask Father for a divorce, he hated that she wanted to defy him and refused, After then the beatings were getting rougher and she couldn’t work up the courage to fight back.

Tuesday 5th october 1982 was the day Father started hitting me. It is a day I will always remember. It is the day I had had enough and punched father the moment he started yelling at mother.Father was furious, he kicked me so hard that it broke two of my ribs,I was only 9 at the time so I thought that he wouldn’t do anything to me since at age 9 a punch or two wouldn’t do anything but I was wrong. From that day on father had stopped hitting mother and was only verbally abusing her, I was his new punching bag. Over a series of months from that day on Mother and I started collecting money so we could move to the “free” country. Over that time I had suffered a broken nose, dislocated shoulder and a mild coma that lasted three days.

Tueasday 5th october 1984 was the day we finally left, we had gotten the cheffaur to drive us to the airport claiming we were meeting Father once he got back from his buisness trip. Little did anyone know we had hired a private jet to take us to australia. Once we got there we met up with the victorian government and he let us live in victoria. We had enough money to last a few months while mother looked for a job.I got a job as paper boy and mother got a job as receptionist at a hotel motel named crown, eventually I went to school. At the start of grade 5, I was having trouble and so mother got me homeschooled by her new and extremely intelligent friend, johanna gibson. Mother had been talking to father and he was slowly being persuaded to divorce her but still pay all fee’s to pay for all the suffering he had caused. We were much better off alone and johanna was sharing our house with us  so was her son josuf, she was helping so that I didn’t have to work anymore and things were getting on great.

Yolans p.o.v

Yusuf would be handsome if it wernt for the stress he has been put under, he has chocolatey brown eyes to match his skin tone, he has the darkest shade of brown hair possible and is a little over average height. He has grown bulk over the years and is especially patient and kind toward everyone, he tries not to show it but you can tell he is deeply traumatised. I am extremely proud of him.

Yusufs p.o.v (epilogue)

Tuesday 5th october 2013

I am now 41 years old, it all seems so long ago, mother is near death, father divorced her and she remarried to a man who took better care of us both. Johanna moved out when her daughter rose was 3. I am now engaged to rose and we have 2 children of our own , peter who is 12 and amelia who is 7. Amelia has only just finished prep and peter starts year 7 soon. They are both extremely intelligent, I guess they take after their mother. Amelia  looks like my mother and peter looks like roses father jonathan. I finally feel like the burden of my father has been lifted.

That is our story of how things can come from good to bad to worse to great, just remember anything can happen.

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