It's so sad to see teachers minding their own business and not care to find out bout family backgrounds.
Any child who hits, shouts or behaves wrongly is immediately labeled as naughty, hopeless, ill-disciplined..
No one wants to know, or try to know how this child really feels..
No wants to find out how the child goes through those dreadful nights.
It breaks my heart when i'm asked why i scared my child when I told him, u have the choice not to fight and quarrel like ur parents did. Jesus loves you, and I love you too..
I'm lectured for using myself as an example...
Seriously? U weren't there seeing how dreadful and horrifying those nights were. You weren't there when my dad grabbed my mum's head and knocked it repeatedly against the sharp edges.
You weren't know who angry I felt, to the extend of getting a knife, with only one wish to end dad's life. And I was young, only 5.
If you don't understand a situation, best advice is to keep quiet.
Anyway, i'm just really glad i'm called here to teach, as i shared with my child, tears threaten to spill out....
I've forgiven, truly i have.. but those images are permenantly tattooed into my brain.
I thank God for Jesus who knew me.. who cared...
My real home has yet to come, i long to see His face. The One who cried along with me, the One who told me,
"I've got a choice to be His Child, He loves me, and He's waiting for me"
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