Chapter 3

There was also a time when my father was strangling my mother because he heard a voice from the tile, even though only a cat passed by, because of the effects of the drug he consumed he was hallucinating that it was my mother's affair trying to escape.

For eight years my mother endured all the pain of being tortured by her own husband who was none other than our biological father. Until then my mother really could not stand it, she took me and my younger siblings to flee assisted by my father's family.

Fortunately my father's family supported my mother to leave my father, they could not bear to see my mother continue to be tortured especially my grandmother, he really could not stand seeing my mother suffer by her child.

At that time my mother decided to take me and my younger siblings back to her hometown. A place where I can breathe fresh air and live peacefully with my mother, sister, and the whole family of my mother.

My father did not dare to catch up at all because he had been threatened by my mother's family, my mother had also taken me away, when it was only me, my siblings were not born.

My father was determined to pick up my mother and said he would not repeat his mistakes again, but what happened after my mother returned to him? It hasn't changed at all, it's even meaner!

The happiness we felt while in my mother's village did not last long because at that time my mother decided to work away from us to make ends meet because there was no way we would have to continue to depend on my grandparents whose work was only farmers.

My mother was not an educated person. She dropped out of school when she was in elementary school because she did not have money to continue school, and that made it difficult to get a job.

A year later my father reportedly died as a result of the drugs he took. I don't know how I felt at that time, I really wanted to hate him because of everything he had done to my mother, but I never could, because after all he was still my father.

For two months I did not stop crying about his disappearance plus we could not attend his funeral because at that time I was undergoing a grade promotion exam that could not be missed.

Over the years my mother worked away from us, we finally lived together again and moved from my mother's hometown. I am very grateful to my grandparents who have been sincerely caring for us all this time.

But the suffering does not end there, we still have to live the harsh reality of life that awaits us. All my life my mother had to work as a servant to support us, not infrequently we starved because we did not have money to buy food.