!!! tyme story

i tossed and i turned. no matter how much i tried, it still kept playing in my mind. i knew there was something wrong, but i just couldn't do it. to ask her, i mean. she would get mad, like she always would if i asked. but i had to ask her one day. she had to tell me the truth. for god's sake, i was her son! she seemed upset when she told me the story. could this have happened to her when she was much younger? she never wanted to tell me of her past. did she have a tough time like what we're in to now? did she have to force herself to smile and lie to grandma that the solemn-looking and watery porridge was what she always enjoyed? or was she born with a silver spoon and just couldn't bear to upset me when rice and soya sauce was our daily bread? i shut my eyes tight and found out that my favourite doraemon pillow was getting drencher and drencher by the minute. i remembered his look. his horrendous and grotesque feature. mom was playing with me in the living room. we were competing on who could build the tallest skyscraper with some ruined pass-me-down legos from my stingy rich cousins. our blissful moment ended with dad slamming his way in through the rusty and noisy door. he was holding a knife. one that could easily pierce through my childhood days and shatter it to bits. i remember thinking, this i not my father. this can't be my dad. next thing i knew, mom was holding me tight in her arms like she was treasuring and securing a precious diamond. i felt her cold sweat breaking away gradually from her smooth skin. i could tell she was trembling with great fear and anxiety. cautiously, she stood on the firm ground and twitched her mouth in anger. "get away from me and my son."

(walala...sambungkanlah. i hope it's okay. ran out of ideas on what to write =( )

-panpan-