I felt that this would be the last time I would ever feel the warmth of my mother's hands. I let go of her hands with tears rolling down my cheeks. My father had just won the case and I would be staying with him and my stepmother, for the rest of my life. I really love my mother and I would like to stay with her but for certain reasons, I am not able to. I wished that I was able to change what had happened.
My father is such a busy man. He always works hard in his job and that was why he always returns home late at night. Sometimes, he did not even return home. Because of this, he did not have any idea of what was happening at home. My father thought that his new wife, named Sasha, was such a wonderful person.
Everyday, my stepmother would fetch me home from school. Each day, after returning home from school, I would always be forced by my stepmother to do the house chores like sweeping the floor, mopping the floor or fold the clothes. While I was doing the house chores, she would just do unnecessary things like watching the television or polishing her nails.
When I refuse to do what was told, she would hit me with anything that she could grab hold of. Even though my hands were already badly bruised, she did not even care. I was so frightened of her that I had to obey every single thing that she ordered me to do. Everyday, I would lock myself in my room and cry my heart out. I felt very miserable and I really need a miracle to happen to me. I was so unsure of what I should do to make my life better.
If I were to approach my father about this matter, he would surely not believe me as he trusts Sasha more compared to me and he believes that she would not do such things to me. I felt that this situation was becoming more and more hopeless and that there was really nothing I could do. So, I thought that it was better for me not to think about this anymore and I just had to hold on to my life and bear with it.
One day, I made a very big change to my life. I was asked to do some ironing and I had overheated the iron. When I place the iron on Sasha's expensive dress, the heat had created a hole through her dress. I started to panick and the next moment, I saw her came running into my room as I think that she might have smelt the burnt smell.
I curled up at one of the corners of my room preparing to be punished. I was closing my eyes as I dared not look at her angry face. Suddenly, I felt my cheeks starting to swell. I knew that I just got a tight slap on my face. She had already gone too far this time. I could no longer tolerate her attitude.
I plucked up all my courage and stood up in front of her. Without wasting my precious time, I brushed her out of my way and ran for the front gate. I was lucky that I always keep my important belongings in my pocket. Fortunately, there was a cab driving along the road and so, I flagged for the cab and quickly took off, without even bothering to turn back.
Finally, I reached my destination. I came to my real mother’s house and told her about this. She suggested that I should make a police report on child abuse as the bruises on my body are starting to swell and was becoming worst. So, I did what I was told and I found out that she was now in trouble as the police are searching for her.
I burst into tears as I was so glad to see my mother and also that I were free from all those pains. Another reason was that I was very relieved that she will not haunt me anymore and I also felt that Sasha really deserves to be punished for what she had done to me. Finally, I shed my tears to show happiness rather than my usual sadness.
Today, we are doing blogging again. The topic for today is... FLIGHT. Well, let's give it a try.
Hmm... When I first saw the word flight on the whiteboard, it automatically reminds me of travelling to other countries by planes. Flight, in this case, means to fly to other countries by means of planes. It can also mean a scheduled air line run or a trip. The word flight actually means the act of flying through the air by means of wings and also the ability to fly high into the sky. Planes do have a pair of wings. If not, how would it be able to fly?? I have not been on a flight before and I really wonder what it feels like to be up so high in the sky. Well, some people may not like to be in planes or they prefer other means of transportation like the ferry or boat etc.
When I talk about flight, it reminds me of a swift movement or a swift passage. This made me think of a flock of birds flying up in the sky for example the eagles, falcons, hawks and much more. It means that the birds glide through the air in a very swift way. For me, I really feel happy to see the birds gliding in the sky as it gives me a sense of calm, serenity and tranquility. It makes me feel as if I am the one gliding in the sky. So, in another words, flying is such a pleasure for me.
Flight... A flight of the imagination. It means to have an imagination that is lying beyond the ordinary range of perception. A flight of imagination can also mean to have an imagination that is full of unrestrained enthusiasm or joy.
