IN THE SHADES OF RED- THE BEGINNING

The only room in our broken house has started to fill up with curses of my drunken father as usual. The wall barely holds it. If we had luck, the echo came from the broken wall make the neighbors hard to understand. That is not goanna make the situation pleasant. Soon my father started to beat my mother and she stood like a sobbing statue as her mother taught to her and she would teach me it someday sooner. I heard many laughs and some comments came from the sneakers. I know it not goanna stop sooner.

But it did, when my fury father taken the wine bottle, broken it and slaughtered my mom throat and her holy blood found a place in my white torn dirty clothes. It seemed like the whole world has stopped for a moment. Even the sneakers remained silent. Father slept. I know my dead mom faced the opposite direction. But, i felt like her eyes were staring at me. I felt like crying. But I didn’t. i thought of killing my father. But It never goanna comfort me nor my mom. So, I have taken a bold decision, leaving the slum and find a safer place called home, for myself and other women outside in the world like me.