Faith

As my mother tells me, I was always a quiet kid. Growing up I had a really tough life, we were a family of 6, the first brother then a sister a brother again me and my parents. My mother was still young and strong after the birth of my first two siblings.

My mother belonged to a family where people worked with emotions than brains. She had a good childhood and was ready to give us the same too. Unluckily the family she got married into wasn’t like that at all. They all were people always minding their own business never talking to anyone with a happy face. It was different for her. What added up to her pain was an alcoholic husband. He hadn’t thought of a future like that never in her wildest dreams. She thought she had no way out soo she stuck to it.

The kids never found out about the brutal reality of their father. The father would get drunk and even sometimes beat my mother. She would not utter a word just soo she could protect us and not let us know. She always had this satisfaction on her face as if nothing had ever happened.

Days passed by now the condition had gotten worse. The first two born never knew about the actual problem because mom was strong back then. But as the time passed by, me and my brother came into this world it became harder for her to hide. Weirdly we always knew our father wasn’t right. My elder siblings never really cared about the situation. But me and the brother year younger than me always knew something was up and we wanted to help her out. We wanted to take her out. I remember her grabbing us out of the blues with marks and bruises on her face crying telling us we are gonna be back in a few days.

It was dreadful for us to see that. We were all having the worst phase of our lives. We wouldn’t sleep for days and days because our father wouldn’t stop shouting. I remember this one time our mother had us in one room locked like little kitten cause of my drunk father. Soo my father comes from the back opens the window to the room and shows a bottle of alcohol with a lighter. She was crying loudly begging him to leave us all alone. He threw the bottle inside lit the lighter and threw inside. Luckily the lighter didn’t cross much space only the curtains were burnt but only if you could see the pain in her eyes you would know.

I always wondered how she was soo good with dealing with it. She had nowhere else to go soo staying was the only option for us. Sometimes when dad was alright and someone would come at our place he hated it because he was brought up in a place like that. But mom always catered them beautifully. Always with a smile on her face never showing the pain and struggles behind it. She still cooked us the best breakfasts.

She told me it was her faith that one day everything will be okay that keeps her going. Although there were times when she would totally lose it but still she wouldn’t complin much. Years of repetition, same sleepless nights, no celebrations, people were scared coming at our place it was tiring.

My mom decided to get my father into a rehab thinking it would help him. But when he came back things just hot worse. He treated us all like shit. He would threaten to kill us someday. Although it was saddening but my mom mever left the hope of the better days.

I am 21 years old right now. It has been three months now since my father has stopped drinking out of nowhere. Not only that he works his ass off to treat us better. He is still not good at expressing his feelings but his efforts show. My mother is 52 years old now she is old but she has this light spark in her eyes that even though years later it happened but it did. Affirmations work. Your goodness never goes wasted. My sister went to stanford altho we belong to a place where women aren’t granted any opportunities theyre oppressed. My brothers are both studying still. And I am trying to make something of myself. My mom goes to her kitty parties. She is enjoying her life. Because she saved the life not only of 4 kids and a husband but also generations.

My mom took it to another level resisting because she thought it was worthy enough and think of me as selfish but I think she wouldn’t have done a better job than this. We are all happy togther. Now if anything goes south in my life, I have faith that it’ll get better. I do affirmations and get ready for the struggle. And trust me I couldn’t learn a better lesson.

All thanks to my mom for teaching me this. For making me a better person.

I love my family:)