The place was eerily quiet as I roamed aimlessly. There was no work to do in there. Everything was in its place and cleaned. I had a habit of working like a slave after coming from school. Mom used to yell at me for not coming late and not preparing food, or my step sisters calling me names and forcing me to do their works. Away from all the yelling and scoldings, I felt strangely weird. I was used to being abused that now the peace haunted me.
I needed my father with me. I missed him so much. He was my anchor. I just wish he took me with him so that I would not have to rot in this world.
I felt like I was failing my father, he had high hopes for me. He used to encourage me and motivate me to work harder and harder but now being abused and harassed, I had no strength left to face the m
