And there she was, our saviour, our hero...
She did not care about what others would be thinking about her.
Well, a patriarchal orthodox, male dominated society, male chauvinists...all of them.
She stood there, her face purple with anger, facing the injustice inflicted upon us.
She stood there, facing him, even if she knew that she did not have the needed 'strength' to fight- be it mentally or physically; she knew that the fight was long lost.
"Get off my way you filthy bitch!" he bellowed.
"I won't let you touch them!"
"Oh yeah? Move you little bitch!" he repeated himself.
"Mom, please! Stay away!" I said.
"Shut up, Max! Take your sister and GO!" She retaliated.
"But MOM!"
"GO!" she screamed.
Holding Patricia tightly in my embrace, I started to rush towards the door to my left.
"Where the fuck d'you think you're both going?" said the monster.
I couldn't dare to look back. But the noise that followed gave me a brief idea of what might have happened.
Maybe that ruddy monster flung himself to stop us but she was there...to stop that monster right in his course.
I also heard like someone falling onto the wooden flooring of our derelict, ramshackle of a hut which we called 'home'.
She wailed and screamed. I could hear something like steel lodging into flesh after which her shouts stopped dead.
All that we did was that we kept running.
We were safe from that monster, for the time being...but I won't say so about my Mother.
