TASTE ME

"Keep wondering what kind of a child I am, because you caused this, and don't talk about Father that way." I yelled, I hated my father so much, hearing his name shivers my body with anger and I don't ever wish to see him again, he ruined my life, robbed off my childhood life and didn't give a damn, leaving me at the roadside, is that the kind of man I will call a father.

"I shouldn't talk about your father that way, that useless thing that calls himself a man and you are saying that I shouldn't talk about him in such a manner. A coward, who ran away from his responsibilities, chasing his stupid dream and you say I shouldn't talk about him."

"That's enough from you, Mother, you got married to yourself, no one forced you to,' I muttered.

"No, it's not enough you started this and you will end it. Your father was a useless man, at least I was far better than him."

"At least, he was not like you who give yourself to men,' I uttered with disgust. "What kind of a mother are you, you have