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Because in my mother’s stories, my father seemed always the worst man who could be found in the whole world, I as a small kid rather seriously worried he might kill her one day. A wife-beater, womanizer and alcoholic.And the maternal relatives (my mother’s sisters) used to say, with me around, “He is just like his father.” My mother would say, “You even walk like Daddy.” I knew what their comments meant. “I’m such a bad boy… I may steal. I may even kill.” My mother was, and still is, over-protective even when she is not able to provide any practical help to me. Never have I placed my parents in my mind picture toghther.
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