For you.

Apparently, you still do not have any form of trust with me. Well, as if I am going to need that. Since I was a little child back then, your stares and remarks have been a constant reminder of my cruel childhood. Yes, I do not have scars lined up in my skin, but I would rather take lashings than have had heard your ridicules and sarcastic back biting.

You know, I should be used with all of that. Yes, I am. But I still cannot put between the ears the fact that I am still tolerating all your foolishness. The two of you. You should have guided me. Molded me to a much better person. But thanks to you, without your lashings, I could have not had this ethics. You have geared me well. I can face the world without any shame. But one thing is for sure, when I become a man and find the woman that will give you your grandchildren, I will not bombard them with your disciplines.

Do not fret, both of you, I will soon leave this hell. The hell you call house.