My Unforgetable experience

My Unforgettable Experience

Have you ever experienced to be slapped by your own father? Or even told him, that you hate him, and how you wished he would just die and be erased from your life forever? Worst, got a knife from the kitchen and pointed it at him. Well, I had and I did. My father slapped me hard that my lips got bloody. I even wished he would just die and pointed a knife at him. You might be thinking that I am bad person because of that. I know what I did was wrong but I cannot help myself because of my mother. I think you want to know the whole story right? Ok, now I’ll start the story.
It was just last year that it happened. It was May 02, on the day of Tuesday. My mother and I went to Lyceum of the Philippines University to enroll. I was really excited because it was my first time to be there. I didn’t have to take the entrance exam because I was the former Editor-in-Chief of the Filipino school paper back in high school. We went to the registrar’s office to pass the requirements and fill up some papers. I chose to be one of the students of Mass communication Major in Broadcasting in the College of Arts and Sciences. After all those tiring lineups in the office, it was a success. We then decided to go home. We rode LRT line 1, a jeepney and a tricycle. We had a special ride home by a tricycle. When we arrived in front of the house my mother told the driver to wait. She went inside and got some coins to pay the tricycle. I followed her inside and I saw my father drinking with his friends. Then he saw us and went near my mother. He asked us if it was a success, I answered him yes. My mother went in the store to get some coins and my father said he would do it. My mother got irritated because father took a long time in counting the coins, because the driver was waiting. She then immediately got the coins and gave it to the driver. Since my father is drunk he just couldn’t help his self in quarrelling with my mother. They went inside the house to avoid the visitors who are there. I followed them inside and saw my mother carrying my little brother who happens to have congenital heart disease. They were shouting at each other about the coins. I sat in the sofa because I was so tired from the journey. It’s not that I don’t care; it’s just that I am already used with them quarrelling over small things. I think my father’s head is already filled with alcohol that’s why he’s like that. I was never close to him because he’s the reason my mother always cries. Then I heard my little brother crying and I saw my father trying to slap my mother. Something pushed me towards them and tell them stop. I pushed my father away and told him to stop it already. He told me to stay out them because I don’t know anything because I am still young. In a crying voice my mother told my father that he was irresponsible and that he couldn’t think of anything but beer. He then retaliated that she always points out only his mistakes. I know my mother was right. My father is irresponsible and doesn’t want his mistakes to be pointed out; that’s why we call him “Pekto”. I suddenly faced my father and told him “why don’t you just vanish or die!”. He was shocked and told me to take back what I said but I refused. Then, he slapped me hard five times and got my lips covered with blood. If someone else’s is on my position I think he would cry but I didn’t. I went to the kitchen and got a knife and I pointed it at him. My mother was shocked and told me to give her the knife before somebody gets hurt. At first I hesitated but then, I gave it up to her. My father’s friends went inside and brought my father away from us. He was shouting at me with foul words. I sat down and let out a deep sigh while touching my chest. My mother talked to me and made me realized that what I just did was wrong. I told to myself that it was already too late, because the damage has been done.
My father was gone the whole afternoon and it was good for me. I was thinking of what I did while in my room. Deep inside I feel sorry, but another part is telling me that it was good. Around eight o’ clock in pm, while watching TV upstairs in my room my father barged in. He forcefully pulled me and told me to pack my clothes and leave. That time I really cried, I got my bag and packed some of my clothes. After packing I went downstairs and my mother was there, confused. My father told her that I must leave the house because I might kill him. Mother told him where will I stay and he answered, “I don’t care because she is not my daughter”. I was crying hard and I couldn’t think of anything except feel afraid. My mother told me to stay in my Aunt Inday’s house for the mean time and wait for everything to cool down.
I was really glad that my auntie is kind and understanding. She told me that what I did was a sin and that I have to seek forgiveness from above and to me father. That night I prayed hard while crying. After five days away from home my mother told me to go back. I told her that I am afraid that father might push me away. She told me not to mind the presence of him so I will not be bothered. At home, my father was not looking at me, come near me and talk to me. One day, I just couldn’t take it anymore and decided to say sorry to him. I waited for the right moment and told him that I am sorry and I was wrong. He told me that I was just his daughter and that I have no right to do that. He eventually forgives me and I felt like a thorn was pulled from my heart.
After that everything came back to normal. It was like it didn’t even happen. I am still not close to my father and stay far from him. But you know, at some point I feel happy, doing that to my father. Al least, I let out the anger inside of me and expressed it. Now, I got a little irritated talking to my father because something might happen again. Now you know what happened, I hope this will not happen to anyone else, so that they will not experience what I have.