5. The Accident

I am almost eleven but not yet. It was the summer before my birthday that I realized that I knew what to expect of my punishments. I soon came to realize that I couldn’t look at my brothers without permission from my mother, if I was caught I was slapped in my face. If I stole, mother would think of one of her old punishments or maybe a new one. Since it is summer I average about a day’s meal every three days. At dinner mother makes me sit on my hands on the basement stairs. I sit there imagining that I am “the family” eating dinner at the table. I began to dose off, but I tried to stay up. Mother called me to clean up dinner dishes as I snapped out of my trans daze. Mother had called me over to her and began to yell at me. She ordered me to do the dishes in a time limit at which she had wasted or she was going to kill me. Well, she was lying she tried but didn’t succeed she stabbed me. At that moment I thought my life had ended. I had drifted in and out of consciousness. The pain was so intense, it was doweling. After mother had treated me with her nursing skills she ordered me again to do the dishes in another time limit. The pain was still so tense. Father was in the living room reading a newspaper when I finally made my way in the living room to tell him what mother had done. I finally made it into the living room with the pain being so intense I realized how to pace myself; I told father that mother stabbed me. Father show no emotion he only asked “Why?” I had explained my situation to him. He just ordered me back into the kitchen to do my chore. The respect I had for my father had vanished. After a few minutes of suffrage in kitchen in pain father came to help me. My time limit had past. Mother cared for my wound until about the third day, it became infected. She had some what of sympathy for me she allowed me to eat and play outside with my brothers around the 4th of July. The affection mother showed for my wound wore off; I was caring for my own wound. Why? Because I didn’t need her I can survive on my own, and that she could only beat me and I’m not giving in only to death. That I AM SUPERMAN.