"No!"the poor woman whispered,sobbing.
But,he was too drunk to listen."Please leave my mother alone,"said the eight year old girl."Please,father...".But,he didn't give a damn.
He raised his hand and slapped his wife.He thrashed her brutally.The little girl witnessed all this with terror in her eyes.She was horrified.
"You!"the man said,pointing at his daughter,"mustn't talk in the middle.Bad manners."His breath clearly smelled of alcohol.
The poor girl started sobbing.She had been witnessing this for quite a long time now.But,it was more than she could handle.
"Please,stop.For the sake of your little daughter.Please,"the lady pleaded.
Her drunk husband looked at her menacingly.He simply thrashed her again.Harder,this time.The helpless woman just cried for mercy.But,he didn't hear her cries.Nor did he hear the sobs of his eight year old daughter.
Without any reason,he kept slapping his wife.He hit her with a stick.Not once,but many times.
Finally when he had had enough,he threw the stick aside.Without a word,he went to sleep;leaving his wife and his daughter sitting on the floor,sobbing.
The eight year old girl had always wondered when all this would stop.Every night it was the same story.Her father would come home drunk.Then he would mercilessly thrash her mother.
Her mother had never stood up against him.Never had she raised her voice.She would always silently bear all the pain and suffering with the hope that it would never happen again.But,she was always proved wrong the next day.
If anybody happened to ask her mother how she had got those wounds and bruises,she would always make up a story.
Would all this ever stop? Would her father ever understand? Would her mother ever oppose the cruelty that she faced everyday?
Even the thought of these things brought tears in her eyes.But she would always blink them away before anybody could see them...
But,he was too drunk to listen."Please leave my mother alone,"said the eight year old girl."Please,father...".But,he didn't give a damn.
He raised his hand and slapped his wife.He thrashed her brutally.The little girl witnessed all this with terror in her eyes.She was horrified.
"You!"the man said,pointing at his daughter,"mustn't talk in the middle.Bad manners."His breath clearly smelled of alcohol.
The poor girl started sobbing.She had been witnessing this for quite a long time now.But,it was more than she could handle.
"Please,stop.For the sake of your little daughter.Please,"the lady pleaded.
Her drunk husband looked at her menacingly.He simply thrashed her again.Harder,this time.The helpless woman just cried for mercy.But,he didn't hear her cries.Nor did he hear the sobs of his eight year old daughter.
Without any reason,he kept slapping his wife.He hit her with a stick.Not once,but many times.
Finally when he had had enough,he threw the stick aside.Without a word,he went to sleep;leaving his wife and his daughter sitting on the floor,sobbing.
The eight year old girl had always wondered when all this would stop.Every night it was the same story.Her father would come home drunk.Then he would mercilessly thrash her mother.
Her mother had never stood up against him.Never had she raised her voice.She would always silently bear all the pain and suffering with the hope that it would never happen again.But,she was always proved wrong the next day.
If anybody happened to ask her mother how she had got those wounds and bruises,she would always make up a story.
Would all this ever stop? Would her father ever understand? Would her mother ever oppose the cruelty that she faced everyday?
Even the thought of these things brought tears in her eyes.But she would always blink them away before anybody could see them...
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