Chapter 1. It was a more than familiar scenario. Something I'd gotten accustomed to over the past year. Mum had succumbed to bawling at dad whenever an opportunity presented itself. She would call him all sorts of names, 'incompetent', 'sole loser', 'excuse for a man' and many more swearing words that were inappropriate for my innocent ears. But what did she care? After all, she was the classy modern Vivian married to an ex miner. "Go to hell, Torrence!" yelled mum from her bedroom. "You hear me? Hell!!" We lived in a small five roomed house and my bedroom was located right next to mum's and dad's so I could hear their fights clearly, cause mum saw to it that she was yelling most of the time. I was only 12 years old by then and doing my grade six but I was old enough to know the rift between mum and dad was escalating on a daily basis. Well, they hadn't always been fighting. Once upon a time, mum a...
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