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The hallway was crowded, but I was focused on my family and this didn't stop me from seeing what I needed to see. I was examining everyone one by one, and even at the age of 6, I was forming ideas and debating them within myself.
For a moment, I saw a person's terrifying and insulting gaze shoot like an arrow towards my mother. A few meters away, sitting in a metal hospital chair, was my aunt, one of my father's three sisters, listening to my family.
She was carrying the gifts she had brought for me in the bag I was holding, but they were all just part of a fake show. I knew she didn't love us. Like a vulture chasing weak moments in people's lives, she was ready to attack my mother.
The darkness on her face was never lit up even for a moment by the long and colorful skirt she was wearing. How painful it is, when a person's soul is filled with evil, an uncontrollable darkness descends upon their body.
The hostile gaze of the dark woman seemed to give my father strength, and at that moment, words came out of his mouth that I would never forget for the rest of my life:
"If anything happens to this child, you'll go back to your father's house, you hear me? Huh?! You'll leave and never come back. I'll take you to your family's doorstep and you'll never see me or the kids again. Now sit down and pray to God that the child lives!"
"Don't do that, please. That can't happen. He's my son too! Do you think I want anything to happen to him?"
"Enough, be quiet. If he's your son too, then why didn't you take care of him, woman!"
I had to be strong. Very strong. Why was my mother afraid of going to my father's house? Will I never see her again if she leaves? Will I be left without a family?
I felt a small hand touch my shoulder from behind and took a few steps back in fear. It was my beautiful little sister. She had resisted sleep all night and waited for me to wake up. Despite being only four years older than me, she was the one who protected and looked after me when I fell and scraped my knees, cried, or got scared, just like my mother.
"Why did you get out of bed? You haven't fully recovered yet. Are you hungry ?"
I just stayed silent and looked at her. We both stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, listening to the sounds outside. I could see from her eyes that this tiny girl, who was now pulling me by the hand and trying to look strong, was also in pain.
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