The hug of the father
Milagros García KlibanskyEvery day at dusk we died a little, the song of the gate warned us, the smell of alcohol reached us before his presence and my mother, who had no restraint, lashed out at him with insults and assaults. A whole childhood immersed in daily strife until one day ... It was the day my adolescent soul exclaimed - Enough! I can't take it anymore! And my pain exploded into tears.
Have you ever felt like this? Have you been standing on the outside and breaking down on the inside? Have you ever heard your soul scream its pain? If you have felt this, you have hit rock bottom, your strength has run out and you can barely get up to continue ...