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This week's prompt topic gladdens my heart because it reminds me of my experience.
Yes, in life, one must have an unforgettable experience, which will usually help shape us and teach us good morals.
What does the phrase unforgettable experience mean?
In my understanding, the word unforgettable experience refers to a remarkable event that usually leaves a lasting impression on the minds of the victims. It is always special.
The reason is that the victim will learn a lesson either in a good way or in a bad way.
Well, I must confess that I also have an unforgettable experience in my life. An experience that made me the lady I'm becoming.
I don't know how my life would have been if that event had not occurred. It was a terrible experience, though, and if not for God, I would have been in jail.
This unforgettable experience that I want to share happened fifteen years ago. I want everyone who will read this, to learn from my experience.
It was on a Saturday morning. Everyone in our house woke up very early, and we started morning devotion. So, after the morning devotion, I was asked by my mother to go and prepare food for everyone.
So while I was still preparing the meal, my dad went out and bought bread, so my Younger brother could eat while waiting for the food I was preparing.
When my dad returned home, he decided to cut the bread for everyone who was at home at the moment. I was the kind of person who rejected small gifts.
So dad gave me a small bread, and I collected it, but I refused to eat it. I was so angry. So when my elder brother noticed that I didn't want to eat the bread, he took it.
So when I saw that, I started crying. No one knew what I was up to. I quietly went inside and picked up a knife.
So immediately my brother saw that I was with a knife, he started running, and since I couldn't reach him, I had to throw the knife in his direction.
Unfortunately for him, the knife got stuck in his mouth, and blood started coming out. My parents were trying to remove it from his mouth, and I ran away.
My dad ran towards me, and he captured me. He beat me mercilessly. He went inside the kitchen, brought pepper, and rubbed it on my body.
Honestly, I started screaming but no one came to rescue me. I was there till evening. I fell asleep while crying.
My mom and dad scolded me. They advised me not to indulge in such an act again, and I promised them that I would never do that again.
That's my unforgettable experience, and I'm also waiting to hear yours.
This post is in response to the Hive-reachout Initiative 58 prompt.
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