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being my mothers child...I remember....

Posted by Jai Narayan on September 12, 2004, at 23:13:31

I remember being a little girl in the bath tub, I would gaze into the reflection of the curve in the clawfoot tub. I would wish I could be in that world. The world where I could be safe. Where I could be me. Where I could be free. I remember seeing the reflection of my mothers face. She would look stern as she demanded that I stand up. She would rub my little legs till they were red. She had the hardest hands in the world. She hated me. She wanted to punish me. She was mad that I was alive.
My god.
I was so little.
So defenseless. what was this little girl to her?
I just wanted to survive her hurt.
She was so big.
She wanted to hurt me.
I really couldn't understand that.
I remember trying to breathe...
simply breathe.


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