Sad Childhood Days
Last wednesday, i saw this kid who was spanked by his mother. You all know what's weird? I kinda remember my own childhood days. When i was hit by my father. Actually it was reduced this high school but it still happens. I remember the day that he hit me with a bamboo stick. It hurts a lot. I went to school crying because it hurts. His latest harm on me is when he was drunk. He hit me in the head. The unfair thing is that its just because of his whiny daughter. That's why i hate her so much. Everytime that she raises her voice or she'll whine my father will come and ask wha't going on and he will hit me. I mean if it's about discipline, there are lots of ways other than hurting your children. That's how my dream of having a family and children that i will love. I alresdy made a promise to myself that i would never be anything like my father. I would not hurt my children. I don't want them to experience what i experienced because i know it is such a terrible thing to experience that they might carry for the rest of their lives.
