BOOK OF HATE: THE LOVE OF HATING
Before I knew who my real mother was, before I know how she look like. My father had photo of her in his wallet. I had always asked myself why he keeps another woman’s photo not of his wife. I never knew why I was the hated one. I am the first born in the family and I get tough love from the person who is supposed to protect me when I need her. My brother and sister were like born royal blood. Everyone loved them better than I. Nothing that I did was good enough to make any of my family happy. Mom used to get angry to the point where she tells me that I’m not her son. This was only happening when dad way away.
It was hurting deep down to hear such words from my mother. My mother have hated me for her own personal
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I had to be home full time. My mom was weird and scary. She told me to clean the yard each and every morning and she should find the house clean. I wanted to complete and post my varsity application before closing date. Dad gave me money to deposit, I did it in time. Mom offered me fast solution. She said she will deliver the application form herself at varsity offices. I loved her idea, it was helpful. Post office can take longer than expected. I was already tired of being home slave. I was smart kid in class, being home would destroy me forever. “wisdom is like honey for you. If you find it, there is a hope for you and you home will be cut off”, my friend quoted from proverbs 24:14. I don’t know much about bibles but I believe in it …show more content…
My mom’s death made it possible for my step mom to get hold of my father and me. They introduced me as their own. She loved me like her own till she fell pregnant. It all made sense. She hated me because I am not hers. But I didn’t know, maybe I wouldn’t have found out. All those punishment is because my birth mother is the real wife. My mother was an orphan I see why dad’s family rejected her. All I saw was an angel in my mother’s eyes. She differs from mother I had on earth. Some step mothers are evil while others are mother materials. I knew that someone will write a book about me and my sad