2 The childhood
That day she had promised herself that she would never allow anyone to humiliate her in such a way that she would never again ask someone in her life to love her.
That night she wanted to die, she had prayed to God with every cell of her body to end that hell, the hell she had lived among the people who had to make her life easier and love her more than never .She had asked her mother and brother several times when the father had bled the little girl's knees;
-Why does dad not love me mom?
Little Ria had already become a woman; a headless woman, silent, with her fighting spirit, and at the same time fragile, fed by the wounds that people had inflicted on her, with a half-broken heart, with a wounded soul. But she was alive. She had managed to survive even after all that she had lived 13 years ago.
She had to live when her people threw her in the middle of the street like garbage. That day she had promised herself that she would never allow anyone to humiliate her in such a way that she would never again ask someone in her life to love her.
That night she wanted to die, she had prayed to God with every cell of her body to end that hell, the hell she had lived among the people who had to make her life easier and love her more than never .She had asked her mother and brother several times when the father had bled the little girl's knees;
-Why does dad not love me mom?
-Why don't you play with me Adri and why you don't take me in your arms as like you takes him ?
She had told her brother with tears that had come down her throat. But she had never received an answer, neither to this question, nor to the thousands of other questions that had plagued her for so long.
-Why does my father not love me?
-Why don't you love me? - the little girl had asked every night before she fell asleep between tears that had made her extremely tired.
But after every night that had left her with tears in her eyes....The morning found the little girl smiling as if the evening had never happened.
She woke up hoping that this time they would love her too.
Daddy will hug me this day too - she said to herself every morning when she opened her eyes.
She would wake up, set the table for her family with the few things they had, fix her hair, put that radiant smile on her face like the sun that shone every morning, and wait for them to wake up and be proud of the little girl's work.
But as always they woke up amid the noise, amid the anxiety that today would not bring enough profits for them, that who knows if today the father would manage to bring home food to eat.
No one even noticed all the effort that Ria had made from the moment she opened her eyes, nor the preparation of breakfast, nor the fact that the little one had done these with more loves for her family.
Little Ria was a little disappointed that they were never interested in her needs, nor did they ever ask.
But she kept smiling between the tears that gathered in her eyes but that she never thought to give up.
The next day she said, of course the next day they will love me too.
She woke up with a burning desire to hug her like Adri when she left for school, to buy her a new book and a bag, or who knows, maybe a new pair of shoes.
But she kept getting disappointed again and again every day. And when the father returned home full of anger because the day had not gone as it should, Ria was always there as a boxing bag for her father. He always vented his anger on little Rian, he kept repeating to her how much it had made his life difficult to come into life.
That everything would be fine if she had not been born.Ria kept closing her ears to not hear the words that killed her so much, more than the bloody wounds she inflicted on her fragile body.
Immersed in tears of blood, she could barely escape her father's murderous hands on such evenings.
Between the pains she felt in her body and the soul wounded by the words chanting in her head, she managed to fall asleep.
But neither the pain of her little body nor of her little soul passed. Because as soon as the wounds began to heal, the event repeated itself over and over again.
The little bird's wings were broken every day in the same way. Disappointing, being tortured, once again killing her soul.
She wanted so much that they loved her, to kiss her as if her parents loved her friends.
She burst into tears whenever her friend's parents came to school to pick her up , not because she envied her, but because once again she realized how miserable she really was.
The only salvation for her were her books.
She read to heal her soul, to forget even for a moment the fact that she was alone in this world.
She read to heal her soul, to forget even for a moment the fact that she was alone in this world.
Her friend, family and everything about her were the few books she had, the few books that others had forgiven her.
The father had never seen fit to spend even a penny on his daughter.
Not even when the teacher had knocked on the family door to understand once again why his most distinguished student always went to school with wounds on her body.
He was horrified when he saw Ria's bruised arms and even after thousands of questions he could not utter a word from her.
Ria had not indicated that the man who had caused all the bruising was her own father.
The teacher had also told her about her abilities, about the fact that she was intelligent and wise, but her father had told him that her intelligence was not bringing us food every night in the driver to eat.
