Dear Diary,
Our joint toxic family consisted of BaBa, Dadi with their elder daughter and 4 son. Each Son got married and 1st son (Mr Radheshyam) with Mrs. Meena and have 2 daughters(khusboo & Shweta) who like to curse us, 2nd son (my heavenly dad💔) with my mom and have 2 son(me and my brother), 3rd son (Vimal-the super toxic one) with Rempu and have 2 son(Harsh & Utkarsh) and last one (lal babu) with Rekha and have 1 son(Ansh).
Born in a middle class family with stereotypical thinking, my mom always fought against them. Intially, none was supportive to her. She always wished for better education for us.I remember several times she suffered violence when I was young but she never gave up. She sold her earrings for my admission in CBSE school. And the major reason for her sufferings were her jethani(Meena) that time.I remember that she was allowed only to give 1 paratha with mango pickles for lunch(majorly). And it was embarrassing open lunch in front of my classmates (with delicious lunch). Sometimes they asked me why I always bring this only and silly me used to feed my lunch to dogs to escape those questions. We longed for everything thing.
But my mom took stand and went to school to become teacher and as a result she suffered. At that time my father wasn't supportive out of family pressure and being obedient son.
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Cut to I will not go that much deep. I will shift my story to 2008 in my later writings.