'Tell a story from your childhood. Dig deep and try and be as descriptive as you can'
I always find talking about my childhood very difficult as I didn't have a very good relationship with my parents.So, this prompt has been hard to write as I remember a lot of the bad times and do not remember many good times! I spend a lot of my childhood with my Nanna who was like my second mum.
I remember this happened on the day my dad was baptised. My dad had a bit of a temper and was very impatient, so it was easy to get on the wrong side of him. I was about fourteen at the time and my brother was around six or seven years old.
When my dad said 'Amen,' he started to shout and scream at me saying I had my eyes open during the prayer and was looking at the paper. I was so upset because I hadn't; I had just bent my head down. So I said, 'No I didn't.' At that moment, which I have never forgotten, he got up and hit me so hard that he knocked my dinner all over me! The fact that my mum said, 'Watch the plate,' to my dad made it even worse. They hadn't believed me!
I remember running upstairs to my attic room crying, and that's where I was left all night. I often felt lonely as a child, when I was with them, as I spent a lot of time in my room away from the arguments! But this and another time were the loneliest I have ever felt!
Over the years, since leaving home and having my girls, we didn't see a lot of him. When I got pregnant with my first daughter they moved away. I didn't visit much as we were never welcome. I felt so sorry for my girls.
The saddest part is that my dad died in a motorcycle accident, not so long ago, and I hadn't seen him for nine years due to his aggressive behaviour. I will never be able to tell him how I felt or to put the past to bed. I will always feel incredibly sad for that.