The story begins as i just put my feet on earth I felt my mother was always full of anger when ever she had a lot of work I was used as tool to hit and cool down her anger or anxiety. she used to yell at me instead of any body else in this whole damn world. but I think it was the only option for her. where would 've she gone and cool down her anger. I remember so much so when I had been taking bath I was only 7 or may be 8 years old was beaten by my mother when I was totally without any clothing. the same happened when i gave bath to a doll who could've cradled her baby in her arms

to be continued