I heard the faint knock on the door and knew my husband was home. I looked over to my five year old son and saw him look down. I sighed and got up to open the door. As usual, he was coughing very badly. He looked up very weak and walked past me and walked to the seat and slumped next to my son. I saw the boy move away from the coughing man, it sounded like successive thunder claps. What a stubborn man! He had refused to go to the hospital after I asked him countless times. He can be so annoying at times!
My son walked up to me and told me how he felt so scared of his father. I went up to him and told him to go lie down in the bedroom, in mother tongue of course. I came back and explained to my son…
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