dumi
Aug 16, 2013
Writing Feedback / Child Abuse and my Future; How I learned to become a man! [7]
I was then five years old; I dialed the number 9-1-1, the only number my mom has taught me to dial in emergency, while she was weeping on the floor with scars on her arms and neck.
My last memory of that dreadful night was that my father walked away hand cuffed knowing that he would not see me for the next ten years.
I did not have any idea that this action of mine would lock my father in a cell for so long.
I was 5 years old, and held the phone in my hand.
I was then five years old; I dialed the number 9-1-1, the only number my mom has taught me to dial in emergency, while she was weeping on the floor with scars on her arms and neck.
The last thing I remember that night is my father walking away with cuffs on his hands, who knew that would be the last time I'd see him for 10 years.
My last memory of that dreadful night was that my father walked away hand cuffed knowing that he would not see me for the next ten years.
I didn't know the impact of what I did until I grew older and realized that it was my hands that did the deed that locked my father up
I did not have any idea that this action of mine would lock my father in a cell for so long.
