Chapter 5

As her newborn son grew up he became mother's little snitch. He would even make up lies just to get me into trouble. I knew he knew no better but I hated him all the same. One day mother called me up to wash the dishes. This time I had 20 minutes or I would go without dinner. She began ranting and saying she'd kill me. I was not afraid. She had done this before but this time I felt something wrong. Before I could do anything I felt a sharp pain and eventually blacked out. I awoke in the tub with Mother dressing my wound. I thought she would take me to the hospital and everything would be okay again. Mother, however, told me I now had 30 minutes to wash the dishes. As I went downstairs I asked Father for help. He told me to go wash the dishes. My hero was no longer one. I fought on and washed the dishes. Afterward Mother gave me water and I got to play with fireworks. I felt like part of the family again but that did not last long. Things went back to normal. I decided I could only rely on myself so when I noticed my wound was infected I took care of it myself. I was like superman.