Taken from The Sunday Star newspaper, dated 30th May 2004.
Written by Patricia Pinto.
The pain was like nothing she had ever known. It spread from her heart to her eyes and through her soul. The tears as she lay in a ball on her bed, her spirit crumpled. In her mind, she replayed her"conversation" with her father.
"Why every week must go out? Cannot stay home, is it? Nowadays, you very big, no need to ask permission lah! Just tell and then go out, huh?" he'd shouted at her. His anger shocked her.
"I tell you cannot go means cannot go. The other time, after play futsal, I already told you cannot go out again. That was the last time."
Her face fell; she could not remember him ever saying that. But father did not give her a chance to reply. He ended abruptly and she went into her room, careful not to slam the door and fuel his anger.
She phoned her boyfriend and told him about her father's harsh words. He reminded her that her father had no legal right to keep her in the house. He also expressed his frustrations with her parents, particularly her father, who seems opposed to her making friends with guys.
After the call, she curled up in a ball and tried hard not to let the tears fall. All this time, she had stomached her parents' accusations stoically. But what hurt most was that they persisted in treating her like a 10-year-old kid, and not the 20-year-old woman she had become.
How many years had she followed their orders blindly, giving them what they wanted? When they wanted good grades, she had scored them and waited to hear their praise. Instead, they had complained that her grades were not up to par and that she was not a straight-A student.
She did not have a good time at school either. People had mocked her because of her figure, and later, her name. Then things got worse. Her "friends" had teased and bullied her. But she took everything good-naturedly, letting them run roughshod over her. She felt left out because whenever they made plans to go out, she could not join in. She was lonely.
Talking to her parents had never been an option. They cared more for her brother, although lately, she'd noticed that even he was getting the burnt of their tongue. They never heard her cries at night, and never knew her frustration when she could not answer a question. They always stifled some of her interests with this question: "Is it in your books?"
Even when she had a boyfriend, she did not tell him everything. She did not dare confide in anyone because she'd learnt, from a young age, that expressing a "forbidden" feeling would incur harsh words and humiliation, especially in front of her other relatives.
Was it so wrong to ask that her parents say they love her?
Her lips twisted bitterly as she though of the idiom, "Blood is thicker than water."
Which father would hit and kick his only son just because his favourite hat had a small, insignificant part missing? Which mother would use her own daughter as an excuse to turn herself into something she was not? What kind of parents would poison their own children against their cousins?
She held up her hand and looked at the faint blue veins on her wrist. Smiling to herself, she went to the kitchen, then returned to her room. She locked the door, then stared at the metal blade. She began to think of everything good in her life.
Those friends who did not mind hearing her prattle away. her grandmother, who loved her unconditionally. A boyfriend who loved her too, but who - from their latest conversation - she felt she did not really deserve. her little cousins, who would really wonder why she had chosen this road.
Then she thought of the "bad" things. The father whose expectations she could never fulfil. Her mother, who wanted her to be what she herself could not be. Her aunts, who always took advantage of the fact that she lived near them. Her godmother, who she had thought of confiding in once, but was now glad she didn't. And of the loneliness of not being able to talk to the very people who were responsible for her life.
Then she thought of what would happened if she slit her wrist.
There would be a funeral to be arranged and paid for. Her brother would truly be alone, without her around to confide in and share his secrets, her cousins would be be shocked, but the aunts would gossip behind her mother's back.
The shock of a beloved granddaughter's suicide might kill her grandmother. There would be one less mouth to feed, but her mother would be angry about all the money she'd spent on her tertiary education. Her little cousin, who'd lost her mother and now clung to her, would be devastated. But good might come of this: if the cousin clung to her father's girlfriend instead, it would bring them all closer to each other.
Then she looked at the teddy bear her boyfriend had given her long ago for Christmas. It looked worn but was still fluffy. And she knew then that doing something stupid would cause him even more pain.
She put the knife away.
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Heart felt stories that I kept long time ago. Found them, and this one is similar to my situation few years back. This occasionally haunts me now and then. I love to read all these stories back then, when I used to have the Sunday Star on the dining table. :) For more stories do check out Silver Lining.
Written by Patricia Pinto.
The pain was like nothing she had ever known. It spread from her heart to her eyes and through her soul. The tears as she lay in a ball on her bed, her spirit crumpled. In her mind, she replayed her"conversation" with her father.
"Why every week must go out? Cannot stay home, is it? Nowadays, you very big, no need to ask permission lah! Just tell and then go out, huh?" he'd shouted at her. His anger shocked her.
"I tell you cannot go means cannot go. The other time, after play futsal, I already told you cannot go out again. That was the last time."
Her face fell; she could not remember him ever saying that. But father did not give her a chance to reply. He ended abruptly and she went into her room, careful not to slam the door and fuel his anger.
She phoned her boyfriend and told him about her father's harsh words. He reminded her that her father had no legal right to keep her in the house. He also expressed his frustrations with her parents, particularly her father, who seems opposed to her making friends with guys.
After the call, she curled up in a ball and tried hard not to let the tears fall. All this time, she had stomached her parents' accusations stoically. But what hurt most was that they persisted in treating her like a 10-year-old kid, and not the 20-year-old woman she had become.
How many years had she followed their orders blindly, giving them what they wanted? When they wanted good grades, she had scored them and waited to hear their praise. Instead, they had complained that her grades were not up to par and that she was not a straight-A student.
She did not have a good time at school either. People had mocked her because of her figure, and later, her name. Then things got worse. Her "friends" had teased and bullied her. But she took everything good-naturedly, letting them run roughshod over her. She felt left out because whenever they made plans to go out, she could not join in. She was lonely.
Talking to her parents had never been an option. They cared more for her brother, although lately, she'd noticed that even he was getting the burnt of their tongue. They never heard her cries at night, and never knew her frustration when she could not answer a question. They always stifled some of her interests with this question: "Is it in your books?"
Even when she had a boyfriend, she did not tell him everything. She did not dare confide in anyone because she'd learnt, from a young age, that expressing a "forbidden" feeling would incur harsh words and humiliation, especially in front of her other relatives.
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