Today was one of the worst days of my entire life. Mother was even more awful than usual; she had made me wait in the basement until my brother fell asleep. When she called me upstairs I had wondered why mother hadn’t beat on me all day. I tried to walk slow as I fear what would happen when I walked through the door. When I opened the door there sat mother with her booze in hand. She told me I already knew I wasn’t getting dinner. I knew then she wasn’t going to beat me. She walked over to the kitchen sick and filled a spoon of ammonia; she started to walk towards me. I started to walk backwards when I hit the stove I stopped mother got closer, I said to myself “that’s is, this will be too easy” I opened my mouth as my mother rammed the spoon down my throat. My throat closed and I fell to the floor trying to swallow the awful taste of the ammonia. I pounded on the floor mother slapped me on the back a few times and I burped, I gasped for air taking the largest breathes I could. Mother knelt down beside me and smiled finished her booze and walked away.
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