My father would beat us with belts and sticks and treated my mother like a slave. That was the point, my life started changing. I was in class 5 th I guess when my parents asked me to move to Jhashuguda to live with them. She was in an abusive relationship with my father. My mom had dark spots of bruises all over her body. Not exactly a fight, my father would beat her up badly almost every other day. They loved me a lot, and I too enjoyed living with them. “Initially I used to stay with my grandparents in Rourkela. Initially she was a bit hesitant on how to start, but then I guess it was her determination which pushed her to share how it all started and what exactly happened. Being a modest girl she is, she didn’t even excuse herself to freshen up or have dinner. When I gave her a call, she was just about to enter her home, coming back from office. And that is what blew me away about Juli from the word go.
It takes a lot of courage and heart to come up and discuss something as personal as this. This story is about Juli and what her father did to her. In majority of the cases, both are deeply in love with each other.īut this is not one of those cases. The purest relationship which perhaps exists in today’s world is that between a parent and a kid.
