Most children go to God with series of prayer requests, asking for toys, clothes and many other things. But, for many years, I had just one prayer request,
‘God deliver me from my father’
My mother was my angel but she had one fundamental flaw -She was long-suffering too long suffering and very forgiving.
For as long as I could remember, my father would pick up fights with my mother. He would throw punches and slaps, leaving her with scars and bruises. From an early childhood, I had learnt the meaning of tyranny, I had to, I lived with a tyrant.
My younger sister and I would cry beside our mother, with tears in her eyes she would try to comfort us, and then gently whisper,
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