A very hard pill to swallow-realizing the fact that our parents might actually suck at parenting. Even when we know this, we refuse to acknowledge or welcome that thought. After all, parents ought to be role models.
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My father constantly shouts at anyone the moment he’s not having it with that person. I constantly watch how he screams at my mom and of course, she screams back. Then, after few hours, they’re back to normal. I never really understood that psychology between them, but I know it wasn’t the healthy one anyway. When I realized that my parents might actually have it bad with parenting was when my dad almost slapped the lady by the paying counter one time we went grocery shopping. It was an eye opener for me. I didn’t believe he almost slapped the young lady, he said he left her on the queue to attend to another person. I was there with my brother who also saw everything.
I was already 7 that time, my step-sister was 13. At such a young age, I noticed my sister was never allowed to eat together with myself and our parents. She always ate her food in the kitchen or her room. My mom was always having issues with her, i guess that was just because she didn’t give birth to her. I hadn’t realize how my parent truly were until the night before my sister turned 13–the night before her birthday. Dad called everyone out to the living room, he had drawn a big circle at Centre. He told my sister to kneel down in the circle, there were some candles lit up around her, then myself and my parents surrounded her. My dad said we want to “chase out an evil spirit” from her. I didn’t quite understand anything until I saw what happened next. My dad and mom brought out strands of broom and used it in her. They were “chasing away the evil spirit”, I was crying. I think I even cried more than my sister. It was such a terrible thing to watch. She had marks all over her body. She cried! She cried a lot that night. I had to sleep with her in her room when everything was finished. Two days later, she left. No one knew where she went to. There was no serious attempt in knowing her whereabouts, it was as though a burden had been lifted off my parents. Yes, she’s still never been found up till now.