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I stand, at the small age of 3, in the closet, procuring sparks in the darkness from my fingertips. My fear creates the sparks, because I know what is to come and I can do nothing to stop it. Soon my father staggers in the door, his eyes flash malevolently as he sees me in the closet.
"YOU!" He shouts
He staggers in and punches me in the face, I cry out in pain.
"Honey stop, you're not in your right mind!" screams my mother,
"And YOU!" he yells "I am so SICK of you" I hear and smell his raspy, drunken breath near my face as he pushes me aside.
He punches her, and slaps her, and all I can do is slink back into the dark closet. And cry.
I hate my father. I think to myself. I hate him.
