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Mommy little girl six years old saw mommy in pain ask what had happened to her skin “they’re only from a game, you see. Daddy likes to play” she looked at mommy one last time she saw her broken smile another bruise across her cheek that had stayed a while she never knew why mommy played a game that would only hurt she accepted mommy’s cries of sorrow she wondered about her blood stained shirt mommy hid behind the couch as daddy slurred his words another drunken night again another world of hurt hiding under broken tables surrounded by shattered glass seeing daddy play his game I wished it was a forgotten past brother tried to fight him off doing the best he can saying ***** close your eyes, it time to be a man.” I couldn’t help to listen to the few words he had said I watched as he blocked poor mommy he had stood up to dad he took the first blows daddy laughed as he saw brother glare with hatred in his eyes and plain emptiness there brother got mad and socked daddy back he’d broken daddy’s nose because of that ******* laugh it held joy in all the blows the things that broke mommy all ones that made her cry the ones that crippled her body brother had saved my mommy with the fourth hit he gave daddy got knocked flat on his back his self esteem had caved we ran from that monster and were saved by an angel hes my brother he's my mommy's savior
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
Mommy
Mommy little girl six years old saw mommy in pain ask what had happened to her skin “they’re only from a game, you see. Daddy likes to play” she looked at mommy one last time she saw her broken smile another bruise across her cheek that had stayed a while she never knew why mommy played a game that would only hurt she accepted mommy’s cries of sorrow she wondered about her blood stained shirt mommy hid behind the couch as daddy slurred his words another drunken night again another world of hurt hiding under broken tables surrounded by shattered glass seeing daddy play his game I wished it was a forgotten past brother tried to fight him off doing the best he can saying ***** close your eyes, it time to be a man.” I couldn’t help to listen to the few words he had said I watched as he blocked poor mommy he had stood up to dad he took the first blows daddy laughed as he saw brother glare with hatred in his eyes and plain emptiness there brother got mad and socked daddy back he’d broken daddy’s nose because of that ******* laugh it held joy in all the blows the things that broke mommy all ones that made her cry the ones that crippled her body brother had saved my mommy with the fourth hit he gave daddy got knocked flat on his back his self esteem had caved we ran from that monster and were saved by an angel hes my brother he's my mommy's savior
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
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