No love, no mercy!

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!

Why are you not up yet? Who is going to do all the work if you sleep out?"

Mom, I am already up.

Calm down. I say still feeling sleepy.

What!! She screamed so hard that I was afraid my ears would hurt.

How dare you tell me what to do??

Do you think that you can talk to me like that?? She said.

No! Mom, I didn't mean it like that.

Then what did you mean? Huh??

I just keep silent as I know talking back will just make things worse.

When she saw that I wasn't going to answer, she said, " now get up and make breakfast before your siblings wake up.

Okay, mom, I am already up. I will do it.

"Good," she says.

I sigh and stand up to go to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, And since I only have two pairs of clothes, I didn't t change because I put the others on when I need to do the groceries or when I need to clean the garden.

My mom said I needed to do that because she didn't want people to know how disgusting I was.

Do you guys wonder if I wash my clothes at all?? I will tell you.

I need to wear my clothes for one week, and then there is a day that they all go out and that is when I wash them. Because when my mom is around, I won't get to wash my clothes.

She always screams to me, saying "that I am too dirty and that no shampoo can wash it off."

When I knew I had finished, I went down straight to the kitchen and began to make pancakes. While I was making the pancakes, I began to wash the dishes, and after a while, my sister came down.

"Hurry up! I want my food," She says.

I am coming! I say.

That is when my mother comes down yelling, " what! You didn't serve the food yet!? Do you think they have all the time because you have??

Who do you think you are??

I closed my eyes and found myself shaking.

Here it comes, the slap, but I didn't feel anything. It never came. That is when I opened my eyes, and I saw my dad. My mom quickly changed her behaviour, and she walked to my dad.

Good morning Dear. She says.

Good morning darling, my father answers back, but he turns to look at me and tells me to serve the food.

"We don't have all the time," he says.

Yes, dad, I will. I say while I take the plates and glasses to the table, knowing that mom is glaring at me.

I begin to serve them the pancakes.

When I finished serving them, I ran back to the kitchen, and I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

I fell to the ground and started crying.

Why is this happening to me??

Why are they treating me differently than the others??

What did I ever do to them??

I cry like that for another 10 minutes, and that is when I hear footsteps coming toward me, and when I look up, I see flowers.

Ughhhh, and my twin brother.

I roll my eyes.

What are you doing here? I ask him

"Were you crying?" He asks me.

No, I wasn't crying, and why do you even care??

"Because I am your brother," he says.

So what if you are?? They don't care about it either.

"But I am not the same as them," He says.

Just leave me alone, Danish.

I don't want to talk.

"Why are you always like this?" He asks me.

Like what?? I say.

"Why are you pretending to be tough and like you don't care about what is happening here?" He says.

What happens here? I ask him.

"I know that you are hurt and that our parents don't treat you the same as us, and I know that it is not fair, but please talk to me. Don't close yourself in," He says.

You are already late. I did that ages ago.

I slowly walk to Danish and say to him, " this is none of your business, so leave me alone!"

Mia!! Where are you?? Clean the table now!!! My mom says.

I am coming, mom. I say

"No, I will do it. If our parents see you like this, they will know that you were crying," Danish says.

No, let it, and he is gone.

A few minutes later, my mom came into the kitchen and started to scream at me, saying, " how can you let my son do the work???

He is more worth it while you are just trash, She says.

If he is your son, then what am I?? A stranger???

No, I must be worse than a stranger to my parents.

They will never treat someone worse than me- their daughter. I say in my head.

I am sorry, mom, of course, I am just trash, nothing more. I say.

"Good that you know that," she says.

"I am going shopping, and your siblings are going to school, and your father is going to work, so make sure that you don't let anybody in the house. I am warning you," she says.

Okay, mom, as you say.

"And don't forget to clean the house," she said before closing the door.

I sigh and sit on the ground.

After a few minutes, someone knocked on the door.

I looked up and walked to the door, as I thought it was mom because she had forgotten something, and she had come back to get it.

I opened the door, but the one by the door wasn't my mom, but a little boy.

I instantly wanted to close the door, but the little boy, said, "please can I have some water?? I am thirsty.

I looked at him and noticed that he was thirsty.

Sometimes I wish to become those people.

Do you know why?? Because they are Free, they can go where they want, and no one is forcing them. But then I think about the things that they don't have. They don't have food or drinks. They don't have a place to sleep, but I have all of them, and that is when I am thankful.

I look up at the boy and say, " okay, come in. I will give you some water."

Just the look in his eyes warmed my heart because he looked so happy, and at that moment, I was delighted to be the person that helped this little boy.

I let him in and told him to sit down after I went to the kitchen and put water in a big bottle so that He doesn't need any other water for the rest of the day. I went back to him and gave him the water bottle. He looked at me and thanked me with the sweetest smile that existed.

It is fine. Go fast.

Before my mom would come back, I thought.

I walk him to the door, and he looks at me and says BYE!!

I wave at him and close the door.

I remember that mom could come anytime, so I began with cleaning.

After two hours, I finished cleaning.

I heard the door opening.

I go to the door and see that it is mom.

Hii, mom, come in.

"Don't tell me what to do!" she says.

I am sorry, I say and wait for her to come in.

"Why are you looking at me??? Do you think these bags will bring themselves in??"

I go to where the bags were lying and bring them in.

My mom walks to the kitchen, and after a while, she asks me, " where is my bottle!!?"

I stood in my place and thought fast of a way to explain it to her, but I couldn't lie, so I just told her the truth.

After I told her everything that happened, she started to scream at me.

"Didn't I tell you not to open the door?? Let alone giving someone my bottle," she says.

But, mom, he looked so thirsty.

"Do I look like I care??" She says.

After that, she went to the TV and took the cable out of it.

Then she walked toward me, and she did something that surprised me, or maybe I knew she was going to do it, but I hoped I was wrong.

She started to hit me with the cable. She hit me on every part of my body except my face because she said people would see it.

Tears started to flow out my eyes from the pain.

I saw blood coming through my clothes, and that is when I knew that she had nothing for me in her heart.

No love, no mercy, she doesn't even pity me.

I fell to the ground and took the pain in. This pain is nothing compared to the pain in my heart. It is worse than the pain my body is feeling right now.