| o, what's the matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's your kid do as you see fit, but get this through that I know what you do and what you did to your own flesh and blood "if you don't sit in your chair straight I'll take this belt from around my waist and don't think that I won't use it!" answer me and take your time what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age? if I'm the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear all these cold and rude things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you instead of love and the feel of warmth you've given him these cuts and sores that won't heal with time or age |
I want to say, "what's the matter here?" but I don't dare say. |
