Ab-normal?

Pov :

"Now poverty and employment are too different terms but they always have a major impact on each other. Employment can solve the probl......."

The day looks extremely peaceful.The cool weather with those little dark clouds that i noticed as i looked outside the window of the classroom, it looked aesthetic.

I fiddled with my pen and wondered if everything at home would also be peaceful right now or

there would be the storm hailing over as the dark clouds suggest?

Let's be positive, it could be anything. Moreover, little dark clouds only suggest a happy rain with large cool water droplets that does no harm but quenches your skin's thirst when it hits you and chills you with its contagious happiness.

But sadly, the world i am into,

'a little dark cloud' is enough to bring a trail of storms with it,

It's not like i hate storms, I love storms in real life, they make me have a chance to see nature's amazement and power and whenever i look outside up to the sky, it's nothing but fascinating winds and water droplets rushing towards me, liting my soul with it's cherishing entity, making me want to embrace it to the eternity.

while the storm in my 'world' is not as fascinating as nature's one. It's dark , too dark.. and exactly contradictory and the most gloomy moments that i don't want to ever have or want to erase those moments but i can't even think of erasing it as it's been an inseparable part of me and my life by now.

I am Chiara . 16 and breathing at some part of this earth in a house full of embers. I have to walk on the edge of the sword and even when i do so, all i get is hurt.

"give me some examples of some index used in the surveys normally. the one who doesn't answer won't be allowed to attend this lecture." My economy teacher demanded us

"surveys of literacy "

students started to stand up and answer the question. I started thinking of some examples too.

"Surveys of employment"

these were such common examples, i have to think of something different, not that i want to stand out , okay maybe i want to. But mainly, i want to lay stress on my mind to think out of the box.

"surveys of poverty"

i looked at the teacher and waited for my turn to arrive,mumbling the answer to myself.

"surveys of import and export"

"Immigrants?"

I stood up finally and spoke before the students who were quickly ready to speak.

"immigrants...hmm that's also a survey. right. Don't forget most of us over here are immigrants from different provinces, staying and ruling here"

the teacher joked and laughed making the atmosphere of the class a little light and humorous. I like these moments.

I smiled satisfied.

I ........am the ranker of my class. I am not a complete bookworm though. Let's not get into the concern of how I am a ranker of the class.

I am Asian, it's simply like that. We, here, actually our parents, don't settle for average marks.

But it doesn't count that If I score well, I am praised in my home. There's no concept of any appreciation.

Anyways...The last lecture arrived and soon the bell rang and I , with my other friends, marched towards their home walking on the street under the harsh sun which now dominated the clouds , leaving them aside and shining its brightest upon the tired students returning to their homes.

I bid my friends on the way home and rushed towards my home which was a little distant from others. Like 500-600 steps? i suppose.

I knocked on the door and there was my brother. Yes, I have a younger brother, almost 3 years is the age gap we hold and so is my elder sister. I entered my room and threw my bag on one side which weighed like a big stone on my shoulders, and i am not even exaggerating it.

My mom was inside one of the rooms, pestering my dad to eat as he hadn't taken meals from a day implying that he was angry or rather hurt.

Hurt? hurt for what? hurt for taunting and shouting at your wife or it could be abusing your wife verbally in front of the guests ? huh?

I think not. I chuckled sarcastically in my mind. he was such a hypocrite!

He was hurt and angry with his wife because she shouted back on him in front of the guests and took a stand for herself when he was FU*KING verbally abusing her in front of the guests... Oh such a misery...so pitiful.. right?

Huh....

okay

Introducing My 'DAD'.

A man who lost his father when he was 7 or 8 and struggled a lot with his mom and other two younger and older siblings for living..

The only child among three who shifted to different province after his marriage and from there on started his 'happy journey '

A Man with all the male ego, bad perceptions about others, negative thoughts and estimations, and he makes perceptions at very very low grade that you will gasp at what kind of thinking he holds,

He doesn't like to be ruled but wants to rule people at every breath they take ..why?because he is the ruler of the house and pays for us. Damn.. Can you believe it? Ruler?

Having all kinds of double standards.

He would teach you every kind of manners with all the might of his knowledge ... But! would never ever act upon it himself snd ya you can't forget his abusive manner

He would rather trust any .....any stranger than believing people who are close to him. and again I am not even exaggerating it.

It's not like he has all kinds of bad mannerism. He works hard, he really really works hard for our living, and cares about our education. He has got the qualities too..

Everyone has some bad points about their mannerism and as humans we aren't perfect.

But if you play a victim card when you actually have caused the whole drama, then my bad but I am not going to justify that.

Even if they pay for your living, spend on you, they don't have the right to emotionally or physically abuse you,

An abuser is an abuser.

I know how much you will be pitying him as he has such a difficult past. I did the same as i was a little younger back then not knowing anything but it got worse growing up for years with him

When i was a child, i thought it was very normal to have a dad like him who beats his children ,who scolds them for every single thing, lashes out his anger on his wife and children, use his hands on his wife , beating her..... throwing and breaking every single equipments of the house...not even leaving the curtains. Verbally Abusing his whole family, disrespecting them at every single chance he got.

I thought it was normal.

Until i saw my friends, how they lived their life. How happily they went on a family picnic together, how they were so perfect it seemed to me.

And then i questioned to myself...If the life i was living was even normal or it was

Ab - normal?

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