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                    Today

                      is

                      My

                  18th birthday

In the dimly lit basement, the heavy slam of the door shattered the fragile peace that had briefly settled. Marie, weary and fraught with a deep-seated exhaustion, watched as her husband stumbled toward her, his every movement a testament to his drunken stupor.

You're a bloody witch," Henry slurred, his words a distorted echo of the man she once loved. His gaze, clouded with intoxication, bore into hers with a mix of resentment and spite

Marie's patience snapped. Frustrated by his constant drinking and broken promises,She couldn't hold back anymore . she reacted impulsively, landing a sharp slap on his cheek. The sound echoed loudly in the basement.

Henry recoiled, stunned for a moment. His face showed a mix of wounded pride and defiance. "This is what you get!" he spat out. "Yeah, you bitch."

She couldn't hold back any longer. "You're a pathetic drunk," she spat, each word laced with bitterness. "You've turned our lives into a joke."

Humph! after doing all this for you I'm still being considered a filthy one and you are not ! he shot back, his voice rising. "You think you're perfect?" does our daughter know about your filthiest secrets have done in all years..

Marie's heart sank as she looked at the man she once loved, now a shadow of his former self, consumed by addiction and bitterness. She loses her control and due to high stress and mental illness "she faints".

chuckle* And you know the funny thing about this whole drama . .

My father always starts panicking whenever he sees mother fainted and cries like he cares about her..

Since the day I was born, my family has been everything to me. Never did I expect that we would unravel like this. By the time I turned eight, my world had flipped upside down. Life became a nightmare, and terrible things happened. It feels like I lost everything those moments things took away my happiness

Now, I couldn't care less about their lives. All that matters is what happens to me. I forget the time when it was the last time I smiled , I probably don't know my way at all but still I'm not gonna be silent anymore.. gladly I owe my toughness to my parents who taught me young not to expect anything and to fend for myself. They both showed me the brutal truth of the world early on, and it made me strong.

Your abuse was a brutal lesson, but it toughened me up. If you can't see me as your daughter anymore, then fine—I'm not. If being a girl in this world is a sin, then I'll embrace that sin with open arms. I'm not afraid to confront this world..

With those words burning in her chest, she walked away, with a tiny backpack slung over her shoulder. Leaving behind a fractured family, she carried only the strength forged in adversity.

                             I'm afraid