"How dare you steal my money?" my father snarled, leaning towards me menacingly.
If looks could kill i would have withered there and then.
"i... sorry..." I stammered, wringing myb hands nervouly, "please don't hit me...."
My pleas fell on deaf ears. Livid with anger, my father raised one hand and dealt a stinging slap across my face. A red palm print appeared instantly. Tears rolled down my cheeks like scattered pearls. Just then, my mother came back......
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