My Greatest Fear

Having spent most of my life,tending and catering for my younger brothers needs and my own needs,I have encountered many terrifying experiences. However, of those incidents none could compare with the experience of the house burgulary. Dad was constantly drinking and gambling the mere few pounds, we had on horse races, He resorted to alchol about five years ago when he was made redundant at the local iron-processing factory. Shortly afterwards mam left …

…fathers room and began physically beating him. The loud shrills of paingave us an indication of his suffreing. Despite having great pity for the man, I also felt he deserved this torture for leading us through such a miserable life. Eventually, the men left with a cloth bag full of dole money. We lay still and motionless on the floor as I heard the faint sounds of my dads cries haunting my brothers and I.