I Don't Need My Memory to Remember that Smile

“No I swear I tried being there for her.” I screamed.
“ No you were never there you were always the problem once we had you everything went down hill.”
“ DAD, STOP YOUR HURTING ME.” I yelled.
He was pulling my hair and dragging me to a chair in the middle of my living room. I was tied to the chair with some rope, and beaten.
I cried and cried.
My father hated me for being born. He was no longer the center of attention in my mother’s eyes. How could he possibly be jealous of me I was just a child.
I remember all the times growing up when id ask my mom where my daddy was and she would just smile and say he wasn’t worth having around.
“ You left us not the other way around and you hate me because you weren’t there to protect her, I was.” I screamed at him once he got into the house.
I was beaten again. I was eventually found and they locked my father up after a couple of weeks of me being missing.