Hi,
I am home again and the day I came home Papa boiled hot water and
poured it all over my feet. It hurt so bad that I screamed.
Later I remembered that Amaka had given me the painting
of Papa- Nnukwu to me, and Jaja and I were looking at it when Papa came in and
saw it. He ripped it out of my hands and ripped it into tiny pieces. I just did
not want to let go and I dove for the picture. I felt strong, like I could
finally stand up for myself in something. Papa told me to get up, but I did
not. He beat me very hard, however I was not thinking about the beating, I was thinking about Amaka and singing. Once Papa stopped I was put in the Hospital.
Kambili
