So I passed through the corridor and went to my parents' room. I bumped into them and the one who opened the door was my mother to whom I gave a statement that seemed to shock her, she said she was coming and then closed the door and went back to the bedroom again. That was the first time I saw my father in such a terrible state, he came out of the room with a weapon in his hand which was undoubtedly a pistol, he was very angry and uttered a few words that made the police take out their weapons and arrest him.
'Get out of my house, you dogs. You think these things belong to your grandparents, I don't want to see you in my house, get out' he was angry and I sympathized with my father. He was talking while crying and his whole body was covered in sweat, I had never seen him in that condition. My mother was crying while sitting on one of the couches, she begged me to take my younger siblings to the bedroom. When I was leaving I heard words I had never heard in my life at that time and it came from my father's brother who came to the house to ask for help a few days ago
'And so where are those rats going? Get them out quickly before they start polluting my house. It's late now, I need to get some rest." he spoke with confidence and great violence, something that hurt me but also surprised me. That is, he is insulting us in our own house, asking us to leave. That day was very dark but I didn't stop, I took my younger siblings to their bedroom and then I came back and sat on the side of the wall, but I could hear everything that was going on there. The policemen beat my father, I think it was because of the pistol that he threatened them with, you would think he was a murderer but in reality, he was not guilty of anything. When my mother tried to defend him, she was beaten very badly and had to stay silent while slowly shedding tears.
'My brother, I think you know that these are your brothers, this one says you took him and started torturing him here where you are living with your family while he is the legal owner, according to the evidence that has been provided before the court these properties belongs to him and you don't own any of the properties you claim to be yours since a little while ago. The evidence shows that you abused your brothers with these properties for many years. They asked you to give them some capital for business with them but you refused and completely enslaved them with the properties that you looted for yourself.
They have no problem with you because, with the evidence they have, they could put you in jail for the rest of your life, but because you are their brother, they want you to leave in peace and give them the properties you stole because what you have done is against the law.' That was the statement from the lawyer, I was very shocked to hear that statement from the lawyer and I was very confused, maybe that is why I hate the law and authorities like the police.
Look at how the world lacked mercy, look at how humans had turned evil. There is a time in this world that even the devil is scared of us. Some people have such terrible spirits that even the devil himself learns from them. I felt very sorry for the old man and through my father I learned a great lesson, people go through hard times they always decide to hide, they usually pretend to have a very serious smile on their face but in reality, many of them are going through a difficult time. I knew I might be a victim of that, but I sympathized with my father. Tears rolled down my cheeks when I witnessed my father crying like a small child down there at the gala and begging his brother not to do that to him.
'My young brother, what did you want from me that I denied you? I gave you everything you wanted, you got all the money you asked for. Remember you and I are related by our fathers, but I have taken care of you as if we were from the same womb, why did you come to the point of doing me such great cruelty, you don't even show mercy to your little ones. What life will they live in this world that is full of injustice? Why are you doing this to me, my little brother? my father spoke very painfully while telling his brother who came to the house under the pretext of asking for assistance, but it was as if they were just the noises of a frog that did not have the power to stop the elephant from drinking water. His words were received with loud laughter from everyone there except the lawyer and the police, he turned to the other men who were undoubtedly his brothers.
'Guys, please ask your little advisor why he is doing such great cruelty to me like this. Where will I go in such a cruel world?' said my father towards the other men who humiliated him and laughed at him. That hurt me a lot and I regretted being born a woman, because if I had been born a man then I think I would have searched for them and killed all of them. After that, the order was given for us to be thrown out. I ran towards my room and took out my bank cards and hid them on me, my mother and father were in the living room. I was shocked when I heard my younger siblings crying, of course, I knew that were being thrown out of the house.
It only took ten minutes before we were thrown out of the elegant house, which in reality was our home, but from that moment on, it wasn't ours and we did not have any justification to call it home. My father walked out the gate cursing, he started laughing at himself while tearing his own clothes and that was the last day of my father being in his sanity. He got mental illness right there and then, I think it was because of his possessions many of which were taken by his brothers whom he had volunteered to help.
I didn't pay much attention to myself, I felt the most pity for my mother and my younger siblings, so I had to be the brave one and start caressing them. We stayed there for two hours until we were chased away by the police because my father kept shouting and laughing a lot. The world was not fair on our side and I think that day even GOD left us for a while because I felt dizzy. When we left to go somewhere we didn't know, I struggled and looked for a cheap room to rent a little far away. I just want to say that I am very grateful to GOD for giving me a mother like her, she is my hero, despite my father being in that situation, she stood very strong, and she never showed weakness in front of us.
My mother had some money left in her account and I had some money left in my account where my father was depositing money for me. At that time there were only a few weeks left for my final exams in high school, so my mother begged me to finish it and graduate because I am the one who can help my family later. Despite the dirty and sarcastic words that I got from school for my father, everyone called him a fraud and someone who abused people's rights, but I still fought to graduate and that's when we decided to go away and come live here because we didn't want our past haunting us.