"Get out! I don't ever want to see you again, you are not my daughter!" my mother howled right at my face. My hatred for my mother never changed since her divorce with my father. I wanted to dash out my house, and never to come back again. I knew how the outcome will be. But I could not stand it anymore, I wanted to fly away, away from my mother forever. Her attitude towards me were horrendous. I lived everyday with fear and horror.
Everyday, she would come back late at night and she reeked of alcohol. She did not even care my feelings once a bit. I hate her, I really hate her. Then, I chucked all my clothes and belongings to my small luggage and took my piggy bank and put it safely into one of the compartments in the luggage bag. One tear rolled down my cheeks uncontrollably. I did not know what will happen to me. What will happen? Will I be kidnapped? I sighed..
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