The Knife from Home

The Knife from Home

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One day I returned home late, just like always. I worked very hard to take care of my family, doing three different jobs in one day. Early in the morning I stood by the road looking for any small work. During the day I washed people's clothes, and in the evening I carried heavy bricks. Because of this, I often arrived home very tired, sometimes around nine at night. Even then, I still prepared clothes and food for my family, no matter how exhausted I was. That night I was walking home again, late and tired. Someone called my name, but I ignored it because I thought it was nothing important. I kept walking. Soon the road became darker and quieter. When we reached a lonely place, the night was already very dark, and there was not a single person around. At that moment, my heart started beating faster, because something did not feel right. He suddenly began to run toward me. When I realized it, I hurried my steps. He start fight , touch everywhere and then he raped me, I didn't fight back, for he was too strong. But I can still remember his voice and what he said,he said that," this message is from to your father "after I went home ,after mummy noticed something becouse was become so quickly grew exhausted. From no where after mummy noticed something know that am pregnant she started treating me so badly everyday was hard work becouse My pregnancy ended because of all the hard work, After all that our father returned home back but everything became worst i was imagine if am real child of my parents I didn't loose hope I continue to love my family and suffer for them even the time I noticed that my dad was the one who send man to raped me I was in pain beyond what anyone could say or even imagine. I felt like my blood was draining out of me, and I couldn't feel anything. this is where everything began. I was patient with everything, but it continued to get worse. Until my family killed someone(person how raped me) They say it was me who did it.
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