Goodnight Mari
In such a brief moment, do you have any regrets? 1. I always hated coming home from school. No, not because class was over, but because I had to go back home. It felt like walking back into hell. I remembered the time I'd come home from school, carrying a kitten in my bicycle basket, back to the house. My father had viciously beaten the poor kitten. "Go away!" he yelled at the helpless animal in front of him. I wanted to scream, “Run little kitten, run up the mountain and don't ever come back," but I held back. Oh, how I regretted bringing it home, hoping to feed it a little before letting it go again—knowing full well that my father would never let me keep it. I felt a hollow sadness creep into the recesses of my chest. I never liked coming home from school. Now and then, I'd get off my bike and walk with it back to slow down my time back home. It was a brief opportunity to enjoy the gentle afternoon breeze. I don't really like noises; perhaps it's t...