I walked boldly into the kitchen where I knew my father would be sitting with his newly polished, walking stick of a weapon.
I walked towards the kitchen table, expecting his red, wrinkled forehead to crease..ready for action.
Ready to be tied to the only chair in the kitchen that still had its legs, I waited.
" Dont live if your just living for the sake of living"
You know the funniest thing... before that moment, I had spent 21 years trying to work out why he hadnt killed the life inside of me. After all of limbs that he had managed to kill..why not kill the life inside of me?
...........................I know now that he did. ...........................................
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