My father is that man whom I only possessed a name, a man in whose eyes fatherhood summed up on snub, arrogance, screaming and emotional miserliness. And believe me, madam, that I do not remember a day when I felt compassion and affection on his side, from which my mother was neglected, ignored and abused. We always felt that she would not have accepted the life of insult without us, and if he were able, she would have guaranteed us a decent life […]

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