The beating of my life

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My growing up with my family was full of activities, but one thing I would not forget in a rush was the disciplinary aspect of my family line, my mum who was late now, was a teacher and she would never tolerate any nonsense from you, what of my dad? y dad though a pastor will not allow any form of indiscipline at all. Though, the love both have for us can't be overemphasized, but also, the kind of discipline they disciplined us with was thorough.

While still young and at 8 years old to be precise, my mum used to get provisions such as beverages and other items at home, so I used to be happy whenever she got it and bring it home. The reason for my happiness back then was not far fetched but because of how I will always climb the wooden shelf and take out of the powder milk in the tin milk container.

So, I have been doing this for a while and I love doing it due to how sticky the milk used to bel when mix with the saliva in my mouth. But like the popular saying that says in my language that everyday for the thief and one day for the owner.

This saying was what happened to me on a particular night when my mum came from work. That night, not knowing that my mum had known of my stealing the milk, he called on me and said, Sam, please, help me get sugar, I want to take tea tonight, when I heard this, I replied her by saying, don't take ltea tonight, as it's late. She said, why? But, I didn't really know what response to give her as she insisted on me getting her the sugar. So, I went to get the sugar and came back home.

Hmm! On getting back home, my mum asked me to go get the milk and the tea for her, but because of the atrocities I have committed, I told her that, mum, it's too late for you to take tea this night as its against law of nutrition, but she would not answer but insisted and stood on her command by saying, I don't think you're serious, are you the one to be telling me when and when not to take tea. So, when I realized that it's beyond what I could handle, I summoned courage and went to bring her the empty tin can of the powder milk, but as soon as I handled it over to her, she grabbed my hand and asked me, what happened to the milk inside the tin, but I couldn't replied her and the next thing I heard was a dirty slap across my face.

When this slap landed on my face, there's a blackout as I couldn't see nor hear anything, my brain went to factory setting and it was later I came back to life. Immediately after the serious beating, I went to my room to cried out my eyes. Though, I have enjoyed the sweetness of the milk, now the resulted pain from the dirty slap was unbearable for me. So, on the following morning, my mum came to my room to pep talked me and advice me to be a good boy and stopped the bad habit of stealing and after all she has advised me with, she embraced me and since then, I have turned a new leaf,.but then I was young, now I'm old but wouldn't forget what transpired between i and my mum that night when the door was locked on me and was given the beating of my life.

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