The Engraving Slap

The Engraving Slap

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"One hot summer night, a sixty-year old skinny carpenter wiped the sweat off his forehead, stared at one of the carpentry's corners, and recalled a rooted memory. It didn't take him long to retain the cause of the weaknesses of his right eye and ear. It was his father's huge palm slapping the little nine-year-old face because he brought home a small carved wooden ship." Slaps affect people's lives differently. Some hammer nails in their coffins, others put them to hibernation, but the most noteworthy ones are those that bring people to life. Some of the slaps, indeed, engraved the person's life not only physically but also mentally. Inspired from true story, Saber, the nine-year-old boy, had been shaped by his father's palm bodily and perceptually. Although he had taken back by the hasty slap that weakened his right eye and ear, he dug up an iron will to follow his passion. After all, a smack that marked for decades would definitely develop the backbones of his determination. How did the engraving slap affect Saber's life? Enjoy Reading. ❤ This fiction is dedicated to the memory of my father. ❤ NOTE: Inspired from true story: This story events have few similarities with the true one. Facts are manipulated and dramatized, and some characters along with other events are fictional. NOT REVISED OR EDITED BY SOMEONE ELSE, SO IT MAY INCLUDE MISTAKES. BE WARNED. Word Count: 3 145 words
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"Love isn't real" I mumbled looking down at me shaking hands. I felt his breath on my neck as he stood behind me. One of his hands was sliding up my hip to rest on my waist squeezing softy. "Is that what they told you?" He voice was close to my ear making me shiver. His other hand grabbed my chin making me look up and into the mirror we were standing in front of. "Yes" I answer meekly. Declan worked in a place his father owned not by choice but by force. His father ran a Secret restaurant worked by people who didn't have a job. They served in revealing outfits and the customers could treat them however they pleased. Declan was the most liked for his female features and body, he looked just like his mother which his father hated. He father made him feel useless, always saying rude and mean things and overall didn't care about what happened to him. He punished him when he did something wrong and never rewarded him when he was good and did his job well. Declan's dad told him know one loved him and that love wasn't real and Declan didn't think much about it until a mysterious man came into the restaurant and saw how Declan was treated by the rude men there. • (Rude comments will get you muted) #1 in shaking 3/7/25

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