Family Short Story – The Reason
Short Story of a Daughter – The Reason
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Saturday, 11:45 a.m.
I was sitting in my room with the door tightly shut and locked. Again.
I was trying very hard not to listen to anything but the beat of my own heart. But in vain.
“Who do you think you are? Are you trying to teach ME what’s right and what’s not? ME? Ha! I’m 40 years old. Get that? 40. And YOU are trying to tell ME what’s right? I will drink and I will smoke. What’s YOUR problem? I will drink and die. So back off from my business before I hurt you.”
“Please keep quite. Our neighbors are listening. Please. You have said these things a thousand times, so please keep quite.”
“Let everyone listen. What does it matter? Let everyone listen. LET EVERYONE LISTEN.”
“Please…..”
Same old lines, same old threats. I’d grown tired of them arguing over and over again. Daddy wouldn’t change, and Mummy will never stop trying. And I will never stop crying.
With a father who’s an alcoholic addict and a mother whom I get to see only thirty minutes a day, there was no a thing called happiness in my life. It is late to think about dignity and status, when your father has already tried to suffocate your only brother and the whole world knew it. But my mom did think. And I’m not surprised.
I remember…..
“Your father and I were the best of lovers, Anne. We were the most popular couple in college, and when we got married the whole college was there to congratulate us. We were the happiest couple in the whole world. But now, things have changed and I’m no longer precious to him. But I don’t care about that. I still love him, and I always will. And I don’t regret marrying him. No, I’ll never regret it. You might be thinking I was foolish to marry someone who’s much elder than me, and maybe I’m. But I don’t regret it. Money is the only thing that tore us apart. And I’m sure that will……..”
My brother, Anthony’s was lying on death bed, and I was sitting in my room, crying. And my parents were arguing with each other. Things couldn’t get worse. But it did.
“Please, for our Anne’s sake at least, keep your mouth shut.”
“NO I WON’T. You think I’m gonna change for your stupid daughter? That’s really a good thought. You know I can send her to heaven this moment if I want to.”
“No you can’t. I’m not gonna stand here and watch you destroy my children’s life anymore. No, not anymore. I’ve endured you and your filthy talk this long. But not ANYMORE.”
With a mother in jail, father in hell, and brother in heaven, my life has no meaning.
With this, I hope I’ve explained the reason for committing suicide fully. Please, place this dairy in my coffin. And tell Mummy I love her.
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