My dad used to hit me aaalll the time. That's why we never forged a close relationship. One time I was so curious about what it feels to play outside so I asked my mom if I can go out and she said yes. So I played with the kids outside for almost an hour. Then my dad got home from the office and saw me barefoot playing [i]langit lupa[/i] and he got soooo mad that he dragged me inside the house and reprimanded me. Then he saw the fishball sauce stain on my shirt and damn, that was it. He lost it. He hit me with the buckle of his belt. Yup, not the leather. The buckle. My butt hurt for days I couldn't sit down properly. The weird thing was I never went outside again so I resorted to reading books and going back to dancing, acting, and singing. Even then, he got mad (and hit me a couple of times ). I never understood him then and now. My psychiatrist said that was probably one of the reasons why I have anxiety. And that I was an only child so I had it coming. My mom was... more gentle? Idk. She just "lamutak" my mouth whenever I try to reason out. She shouts, "[i]At sasagot ka pang lintek ka[/i]" as she does so. But I don't think parents should ever hit their children. That's why when I get to be a parent, I'll talk it out with my son(s)/daughter(s) like friggin lawyers in the supreme court. And spank is such a weird word to use. It has a sexual sound to my ears.

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