I remember when I was in the 5th grade, I took the bottle of my mom's favorite perfume to school (i also like the scent so much and usually, i would just spray some before going to school, but that day I brought it to school without asking for her permission). Then what happened at school was, I accidentally broke the bottle after smashing it I think into a post... and I didnt even noticed until I went home and then my mom had asked about it. When I opened my bag, there were liquids of the perfume everywhere, and it was mostly absorbed by my towel. And that's when she lost it, and started doing her usual punishment: with the hitting of belts and making me kneel down and all... but this time, harder. It's like she was possessed or something, and then all I could think of was how she can have the stomach to hurt her own child over a stupid bottle of perfume. She could've killed me that time because there werent anyone at home to stop her, it was only me and my mom. And it broke my heart so much, I remember cursing her and even promised to get even with her when I grew up... it had scarred me so much... but ofc, I know better now. I ady forgave her, but sometimes I think about it and it just pains me all over. I should hate my mom, for all her pagkukulang to me while I grew up, she deprived me of almost everything, sometimes I think she hates me deep inside just because of the fact that I am my father's daughter. But what can I do? She's all I got. Hayyyyyyyyyyy this thread gives me the feels.