Freedom
✍️ Esha Sarkar
Mom and I left this house forever for good. For the past seventeen years, this house was a prison for both of us. We are the prisoners of my own father who tortured both of us.
He always remained ill tempered and bet my mother and me with a stick or a belt. Think of it, we are tolerating this for past seventeen years!
We remanied like dumb persons throughout this years. But when father hit me with a stick on my forehead and I was down in hospital for two days, my mother rose like an injured angry tigress. She decided to stop this inhumane torture.
She contacted an advocate who helped her to get divorce papers signed by my father. Not only that, my mom complained against father and threw a number of charges of home violence against him.
My father lost his job and put to jail for six years. We moved out from this house, so - called prison for us and were ahead to start a new happy life.
THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY. INCIDENTS RELATED HERE ARE NOT REAL. IF THE INCIDENTS HAPPENED WITH SOMEONE THEN ITS SIMPLY A COINCIDENCE.
