My sister is pampered by my father, whether she is good or not. When I'm told to do something I comply to my father's rule, but with Betty he has to compel her. Yet her punishment was never drastic. That is a reminder that I'm not my fathers favorite and never will be.
I acknowledge I'm not as pretty as my sister, 'but candid thats me'. As my father continues to pick at my faults, I shut him out and pretended I am having a dialog over the phone with my friends.
As I was about to isolate myself from the table, my father called me back and start to reminisce about his obedient to his parents when he was my age. As father shift his black eyes to me I sank in my chair hearing him telling me I forfeit my night out with my friends, because i gave him deaf ear.
Betty shout out ' punish her' she was conise that makes me mad, but I was trying to avert the situation and rest my head on the table, thinking my father is nothing like my mother. She dresses appropriate and speak with a soft tone. She is from the country.
My father is a urban man, loud and full of excitement, I have an alternative never to married a man like my father. I glimps of father as he tried to fortify himself with the punch mother made. He is so erratic with his behavoir, love me one minute hate me the next.
Suddenly there was a nock at the door, miss brown came over, she is our neighbor. It was my chance to take refuge in moms room, she was doing an extencive cleaning. I listen as father told miss Brown anecdote. He loves to talk thats my father. My day today was a disappointed one.
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