" You HORRID LITTLE WRETCH!"
My mother swung at me, catching me on the side of my face with the back of her hand. I felt the tears slidding down over where it hurt.
" Mother! Please stop!" I screamed as any seven year old would.
" I will not let you go unscathed!" She screeched," Stop indeed! You've had this coming for a long time! I warned you, if you ever laid a finger on your sister!"
I cringed. But, no more flesh fell on me like merciless hammers. I looked up.
" Mother. I didn't harm my sister any bit."
I realized what a mistake I'd made in looking up. I watched as her face twisted in sadistic pleasure. In her hand she held a pile of dishes, the ones I'd been cleaning while she'd been inside the other room knitting.
" So, you complain of too much dish duty, huh? Well, I'll give you a way out of your chores!"
One by one, I felt each of those plates fall on me. They shattered on my head, my back, my legs, my arms. And all this, because I would not fix my sister's pretty doll, whose dress had ripped a seam. And now, I watched where she sat on the floor, nursing her Samantha, and it hurt me to hear the words she said.
" Now Samantha, you be a good little girl and mommy will buy you a new dress. For now, let's have fun and watch my Mommy teach bad Jordyn a lesson about being mean."
The plates left more scars on my body then I could imagine. But, it was that one conversation which left the most painful scar I've ever felt.
My mother swung at me, catching me on the side of my face with the back of her hand. I felt the tears slidding down over where it hurt.
" Mother! Please stop!" I screamed as any seven year old would.
" I will not let you go unscathed!" She screeched," Stop indeed! You've had this coming for a long time! I warned you, if you ever laid a finger on your sister!"
I cringed. But, no more flesh fell on me like merciless hammers. I looked up.
" Mother. I didn't harm my sister any bit."
I realized what a mistake I'd made in looking up. I watched as her face twisted in sadistic pleasure. In her hand she held a pile of dishes, the ones I'd been cleaning while she'd been inside the other room knitting.
" So, you complain of too much dish duty, huh? Well, I'll give you a way out of your chores!"
One by one, I felt each of those plates fall on me. They shattered on my head, my back, my legs, my arms. And all this, because I would not fix my sister's pretty doll, whose dress had ripped a seam. And now, I watched where she sat on the floor, nursing her Samantha, and it hurt me to hear the words she said.
" Now Samantha, you be a good little girl and mommy will buy you a new dress. For now, let's have fun and watch my Mommy teach bad Jordyn a lesson about being mean."
The plates left more scars on my body then I could imagine. But, it was that one conversation which left the most painful scar I've ever felt.