I am a storyteller, i keep finding myself in places i didn’t think to look.
‘Stop it! don’t you have respect?’
My mother would whisper harshly as i handed her whatever she had asked me to bring. I was so young then, i didn’t understand what i was doing wrong until she began to smack away my left hand.
Writing challenge day 5: Like today
I was angry.
That was not the new part. I was always quick to temper when I didn’t get my way…
Sahara told me that the first few times will make me sick to my stomach and disgusted with myself, then…