But the memories still wake me up at night. It was a weird night altogether. Broken spectacles, thrown plates, chewing my own teeth, slaps aimed at the only man in my life, being threatened to be left alone on the street and the anticipation of fear of somebody dear to me being dead at night. Above all, the realization of being not strong enough to curse with all my heart, the man who perpetrated it all.

But the memories still wake me up at night. It was a weird night altogether. Broken spectacles, thrown plates, chewing my own teeth, slaps aimed at the only man in my life, being threatened to be left alone on the street and the anticipation of fear of somebody dear to me being dead at night. Above all, the realization of being not strong enough to curse with all my heart, the man who perpetrated it all.