She sat on her bed crying wondering why she was responsible, why it was her fault. Her and her two cousins were in primary school only 4 or 5 years old. They had a driver that picked them and two other children up for school and brought them home.
This day, as her and one of her cousins eagerly ran out the school gates to meet their driver, neither of them realized their other cousin was missing. They got in the car with the two other children and headed home. It wasn’t until they arrived home that they and the driver realized that the other cousin was not in the car. Her mother and the rest of the family were livid with her.
She had to go pick a switch from the lime tree that grew in the front yard for her to be punished with. The beating seemed merciless to her, left her skin in welts and her heart broken.
This is the earliest memory of the long road of verbal, emotional, and physical abuse she would endure throughout her childhood. It shaped her into adulthood, and was a challenge she would eventually have to overcome and forgive to heal.đź’™
About the Creator
Jae Marie
”A wild soul and lover of simple things”. I’m a writer at heart using my experiences to tell stories of love, loss, and empowerment.
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