She almost broke her front teeth too.

She did not know how she made her way home that night, but she knew she hated her mother. So, so, badly.

“What’s wrong, my dear girl. What happened?” Goldie looked at her daughter, her heart aching.

“How did you fall, your entire arm is bruised, and the skin has been scraped off too. Who hit you? Tell me, who hit you! I’ll go and fight her!”

“Your man! The person I call my father! He hit me!” Gloria looked at her mother coldly.

Goldie: “…”

After a pau