[T] is for Tyranny

Joseph Andrew was born three weeks prematurely on a late summer day. The labour made Marika exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. The little bundle became the centre of her universe. Joe quietly suffered the change in hierarchy. He didn’t protest though and gave his son the privileges. They were a perfect happy family. Even Greta with her two sons visited few times, advising her, sharing secrets of parenting.

   Their daughter Samantha Jane joined them less then a year later and Joe gradually stopped enduring her indifference towards him.  She didn’t see the first slap coming. She felt alone and lost.

L O S T

T in the A to Z challenge.

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