I don’t know why this memory of me being kicked really really hard at the back of my head while I was lying down on my belly, reading to my toddler son back then keep coming back. It was the hardest abused that I got, not the first or the last but the hardest. The kicked caused me to be nauseated and I was blinded for a couple of minute, all I could recall after that was looking for my toddler son. I was aware of his little hand holding mine when another blow of kick landed on the same spot of my head. I thought I could die, or maybe I wish I was dead. I don’t remember how long I was gone, but when I woke up he was gone, the main door was opened and oh my toddler son was still there next to me. I forgive but I will never forget, and it irks me now to read when people recalled childhood memories of my kids and posting about them, which were mostly mere fabrication. STOP please.
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