And we were playing badminton ‘me and my sister’. When a group of boys came in and asked if they would play with us. we agreed coz well we have never been talked to before. But dad caught us playing..staring at us up from verandah.
From next day he wouldn’t let us come out and play at all.
And he called, that little guy when i was a little girl. we were penpals, a first guyfriend i ever had. And he was nice. But that first ph call was a bad omen. I got slapped so hard by my mom that i virtually stopped talking to him. Now i look back i just laugh. we are still friends though..
And since my dad was in an army. Dad would only want us girls to wear combact pants not that we didn’t adore it and we always wore it but well changing to jeans..was a war. Even now, dad will often say to me ‘why wear something that hardly lets your skin breath’. See me wearing sorts and he will just kill me. hahahha
Let me not even start with my discovery of, my sister’s bf by my mom. We couldn’t even show our face to anyone we had that many bruises on our face and patches of hair lost on our head hahaha
And the funniest thing was when i was just 15..i packed all my bags, put together all the bed sheets to jump out of the window to leave the house. But my lil sister cried so hard i couldn’t leave.
And there are many things..i will tell others too someday.
Tell me if your life was suffocating…