That night I was traumatized. Or am I? I wasn't able to sleep properly last night. That's why when the morning came, I was like an animal who lost it's sleep. I'm scared of him. Hearing those words from him is enough reason for me to hide our son from him. And it's not that he will know anyways. He don't remember me.
"i***t! I already told you for the third time!"
My mind awaken from the thoughts when one of the servants shouted at me. I'm fixing the clothes that just came from the laundry. There's only the two of us here. She's ironing the clothes while I fold them.
"Can't you f*****g hear? Now it's all a mess, we'll gonna start again!" She's mad because I putted the wrong clothes in the wrong baskets.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know, I thought this is from here." I explained. "
