I lay in my bed, attempting to mediate. I was daydreaming about the present, specifically how I received scholarships to Kisco High School.
I took a few deep breaths, reopened my eyes, and returned to the awareness of my breath.After a few minutes, I felt compelled to jot down my thoughts.I opened my drawer and took out all of my painting supplies. I began drafting my feelings on a piece of paper, and the black paint of my mother and daughter's fear coiled in their eyes. It's my fear of insanity, I guess, as I draft it."Jasmine, my dear," my mother called, and I unlatched my room door. I was pleasantly happy to see her face glowing with a resplendent smile for the first time."I want you to prepare. You are going for Kisco scholarship exams. I strive to get this money to see that you entered that school. She handed me over $200.That’s a lot of money. I was so shocked and excited at the same time. Where did she get all this from? She must have suffered so hard to get this money for me."Thank you, mom; you are the best mom in this world." I hugged her."I have said it time and time again: Jasmine can’t make me proud; she's just useless." I can’t fold my hands seeing her take that $200 to enroll for a scholarship exam. “My dad, who has been eavesdropping on my conversations with mommy, intrudes inHe was right. I failed two scholarship exams I wrote long ago.It’s been a long time since I wrote the exam. I’m here to rectify my mistake and make sure I pass this exam.Jasmine, give me that money. My dad collected the money from my hand and pushed me aside as tears welled in my eyes.My mom stood by the side while she watched him leave with the money."Please, mom, don’t allow him to go with the money." I held my mom; she couldn’t do anything to stop him. She held me and hugged me.She looks so frail and weak. She is not the type who can do anything to my dad. I don’t wish to ever see that man again.His presence irritates me. I have thought of what to do to him to make him feel the pain and hurt he is causing us, but I couldn’t get anything from it.I stood by the door as the knob twisted. I held the rod and clustered it in my hands, waiting for the door to be shoved open. I knew it was my dad. I would make sure to hit him with it to end this pain that has been buried inside of me."He must die today," I muster to myself, as immediately the door is shoved up.He entered and took a measured step. I hide behind his back and raise my hand to hit him with the rod since my mother cannot do anything to stop him from taking my scholarship exam money. Hitting him with this will make him feel the pain I’m feeling right now. I was sweating profusely as I tried to hit him with the rod."Jasmine, don't, please!" My mother yelled as tears dripped from her eyes. "I don’t want to hear that this man has caused me nothing but pain." His presence is annoying me, and I'm going wacky because of that. I look at my sad mom. I felt like my heart was torn into pieces by my father.The rod was stripped from my hand.Before I could know what was happening, my Daddy gave me a hot slap. I held my cheek to try to endure the slap."Oh, you want to kill me," he said, and he punched me so badly that I wailed in pain."You are an evil child that wants your father to die," he spit on me and left.I burned badly. It’s felt like something is piercing my heart, and I can't stop wondering if he is my father."Mum, I deserve to know who my real father is," I vehemently outcry."Jasmine, he is your father." She looks so heartbroken; I wonder why she doesn’t want to leave him. I don’t think I can continue to endure my father's heinous character with her anymore. I guess it is time to act so that I will not die in pain."You know he doesn’t see me as his daughter, so why do I take him as my father?" I said to my mom.She can’t help but cry, "Mom, let’s leave this house for him." My words felt like they were pinching her in the heart. She doesn’t want to hear that."You know he is my husband, and we make a vow at the alter for better for once, no matter how difficult he is, I should stay by his side." That was actually the reason why she is dying in pain, all in the name of a vow: "If that is the case, I will make sure I kill Daddy so that she will be happy that man has made life a living hell for her.""Let’s kill dad so that we will be free from his grip." I blurted out that I knew it. From the way she cast me a glance, she will be very angry with me for saying such a thing."Why would you think that way?" There was fury in her voice. She wonders how she raised me to become a killer."So that he can stop hurting us," I said, making her understand where I’m going."My dear, I didn't raise you to be a killer." "Don't worry, we will get through this," she assures me."Jasmine," my father called with a calm voice. I was so surprised at the way he called; it wasn’t like that before. He must be having a very good day. I answered him, but somehow I felt like switching him around, like my money. "I have done everything for you." "The least you can do for me is pay me by getting married to whomever I choose for you as suitors." I glared at him. I’m just twenty, and he wants to marry me to someone who is just like him. "I have a very rich friend who is willing to take care of you." It’s quite certain I will be getting money from him every day for my upkeep . Don’t disappoint me, do you hear me?" I couldn’t focus on what he was saying with just his annoying voice and his adenoidal voice. He grasped my left ear, making it hurt. "Ouch." I winced in pain. His grip is really hurting. He must have been a wrestler when he was my age. Now I can remember him saying that his friend, who is just his age, will come and marry me off because he has a lot of pr
It was like a nightmarish for me haven’t know that today my father’s friend is coming to pay my bride price. I felt as though I was being swallowed up in the darkness. I breathe a heavy sigh. "Make sure you look so presentable." "I don’t want to see you putting on those shabby clothes." My father's voice rang out, dragging me out of the darkness that was threatening to swallow me. When last did he buy clothes for me? I began to make whirring sounds. I can’t believe my dream is shattering into pieces because of my father's selfish desire. "Where is my mother?" I held my breath as I went to the kitchen to look for her. She was in the kitchen, preparing food for our guest. It hooked me in the heart to see her cooking. I guess she is on my father’s side. I stared at her as tears could not stop dripping from my eyes. She has a lot to cook. She waved at me immediately after she saw me. "Are you going to cook all that?" I inquired with a frail voice. She looked at my pale face and k
"You didn’t tell me you have a daughter that is as beautiful as this," he said to my father while caressing my face. His touch is making me grow more angry. I wasn’t smiling; I had my face formed with anger, knowing full well that nobody in my house understood how I felt, even though my mother is in support of this marriage. My father is a man who would sell his daughter’s future off for the small change he needed at that moment to get himself alcohol because that’s the only thing he uses money for. They all sat down, and anger gripped me as I looked at the pale face of the old man he had brought to marry me; he was smiling like a coward. My mother went straight to the kitchen. She held my hand as I joined her in the kitchen. I wasn’t happy with her at all. She just killed my emotions today. As we entered the kitchen, she brought out coffee. Are we serving the guests with that as well? I asked myself "What will I actually do with this?" I asked her with anger that had overcrow
Everything is moving smoothly, and I am so excited within."I think I have had enough of this nonsense." You just ruined my day and splashed scorching coffee on me. I will deal with you and my cloth, which is really costly. You just messed it up; your father can’t afford it. I will never forgive you for that." He retorted angrily as he took a measured step to leave the house. As I watched him take a step to leave, my face was beaming with smiles.Is this the kind of man my father wants me to marry—someone who is worse than him? My father is sure to plan a great trick with me."Wait, in-law, whatever it is, I will resolve it." I felt like kicking my father. Why would he stop him from leaving gently?"What can you do?" "Do you know how much I spent on these clothes that your daughter ruined?" "You don’t know because you have never touched that kind of money before." I couldn’t stop smiling, seeing how mad he was with my father. Is this the kind of person my father calls a friend? I
I sat by the side of my mom, who was lying on a hospital bed with a supporting machine. It’s been an hour now, and she is still unconscious. I lay by her side, filled with tears in my eyes. I don’t know where to get money for her hospital bill. I still don’t know if she still has saves . My stupid father can’t help after putting her into such misery. He left the house instantly. My eyes reddened. I don’t want to see my father's face again. If my mother regains herself, I don’t think we are going back to that house. Even though we don’t have anywhere to go, I guess living on the street, hustling to survive, is better than staying in the house of a heinous father that causes us nothing but pain. "Mom, please don’t leave me." I held her hand, looking at her eyes. I still have no hope of her recovery; there’s no sign of her waking up. I won’t forgive my father for this. I can’t imagine my life without my mother; she is all I have. I held her hand and squeezed it. I hope she wakes up.
Clara cleaned the wound on my mouth ,she applied it antibiotics and gave me tetanus injections she smiled softly at me she is so beautiful her eyes were blinking light sensation to me."Don’t worry, I will take care of your mom." She sounds like an angel indeed, as if she knows what I’m thinking about."Jas! Jas!" My mother’s voice was rather a whisper; it’s exciting to see her awake. She looks so frail, and her eyes are so dull.I went closer to her: Mom, thank God you are awake." "I had spent days and nights hoping for the day you would wake up." I whooped.It feels so good to have my mother back."Jas!" "Where am I?" She asked, trying to turn around.She was looking so pale"We are in the hospital." I said I was worried because she had been through enough, and I wished I could do anything to help her out of this trouble."Hospital?" She was so shocked to hear that I knew in her mind she wonders where we will get money for her hospital’s bill. I
My mouth was struck on seeing the hospital bill; it was more than expected.The money my mother save didn't have enough to stump up with the bill I became so worried as I handed the bill over to my mom. On seeing it, she screamed, "Where am I going to get the money from?" Her voice was so frail."Mum, let me get the savings first." I knew it wasn’t going to be enough, but I needed to figure out how to get the remaining money.How can I forget so quickly that I can ask Clara if there’s any job vacancy available, even if it's a cleaner? I don’t mind doing it to get money for the hospital bill, but first I need to go home. Remembering my father, my face crept with anger, and I prayed I wouldn’t see him."This is not going to be enough," she said.But I nodded and let her know that I would find a way out. I got on my heels and went to our house. The thought of meeting my father in the house was making my spirit soar. Everything about my father irritates me. When I got to our hou
"I hate your mother so much and everything that has to do with her; I lost the woman I love because of her," he yelled, making it clear to me that we are trash to him.I don’t know how much wrong she has done to him that is beyond pardon, but he needs to forgive her because she is a good woman."Whatever things mom has done, she did them because she loves you."I can feel the wing of love my mother had for my father while looking deeply into her eyes."Please leave me; I want to be alone." His voice was adenoidal. I guess he is really pissed up right now.I wanted to know everything that happened that caused him to have this much hatred for us. How come Mom hasn’t said anything about that? In fact, she will have to tell me what happened between her and my father. I stood up, seeing him drip tears from his eyes. This is the first time I have felt sentiment towards him, and seeing him cry baffles me. He looks so calm and innocent. Without saying much, I fled from the house to the h