In honor of independence Day, i took yesterday off, and am doing my Sunday post today. About an independence day. The day that my mother got the call from social services she was getting ready for work. my mother always wore high heels and dressy suits to work. And, when i saw her pull up out front, flying like a bat out of hell i backed away from the screen door. She jumped out of the car, curlers still in her hair and charged to the porch squalling like a banshee."YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! I'LL KILL YOU YOU OLD FUCK!!!"i hesitated. i had had the worst weekend. Most of it spent in the basement. i was unsurprised by her fury... i had seen plenty of that since the lady had been to see us on Friday, but what shocked me, was that it didn't seem directed at me.And, then i heard something truly shocking. my grandfather slid out the backdoor. Snuck out. Could he be afraid of my mother? It was like another universe.And, then she kicked the front door open. i was so sure that she was angry with me that i dropped to my knees and curled into a ball, trying to protect my face. She made a strangled cry of distress, and scooped me into her arms. She hugged me fiercely and kissed my face.Turning on her heel, she marched out of the house. And, she patted my back. And, smoothed my hair."He will never touch you again, baby. Not ever. Never. You are safe. I don't know how it will all work yet. Mama has a lot of problems, but it will work. We'll make it work. He will never touch you again." And, i was free of him. Just like that. He never touched me again.
