Nathalia found it ridiculous and funny. Are they serious? Are they threatening me and still hoping I will just give up? Do they still think that I'm what I used to be?
No, I'm not. I will not give up this time. I will not be weak anymore. I will not compromise.
Today will be their day of nightmares.
She looked into their eyes, tears in hers, as she replied, "I know that having done what I did, I will probably get beaten, hurt, again, and even lose my life, but I've had enough. I can't stand it anymore."
There was helplessness, sadness, and loneliness in her voice, but there was also fearlessness.
This time, she would not tolerate or hide anymore. She showed her wounds, her scars, her pain.
"Why? I'm the oldest daughter in the family, but I don't even feel safe at home. No, it isn't even home to me. I'm bullied and beaten. I live in fear every day. I just want to live. Live a normal life. Am I asking too much? Why? Why?"
