Patience is a Virtue
Linda Ross POV.
Life has been nothing but a bitter disappointment for me, filled with hatred, chaos, and rage.
I was exposed to these destructive forces from a young age, and I have come to accept them as my only source of understanding.
My parents? I never truly felt their presence in my life. I was raised in an environment of loathing and sorrowful memories, shrouded in a dark, oppressive atmosphere.
My mother never showed me any attention or kindness; she was overwhelmed by her own distress, struggling to endure the torment my father inflicted upon her.
My father? He was the epitome of gloominess, an oppressive and tyrannical man who had total control over everyone. He was a despot who took pleasure in inflicting pain, not only on my mother but me too.