I Won The Race In My Mother's Shoes

By Damean Adams

One of the hardest things to go through in life, is when you love, and admire someone, and they die. What's even harder is when they die, and you never took the time to tell them how much they mean to you, or how much you love them. Life is short, and in our lives we will cross paths with some evil people who will try to make your life hell on e

• Language: English
• Publisher: Palmetto Publishing
• Release date: Apr 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9781638373216

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Chapter 1

A Son’s Love

My sisters and I were sleeping in our home in Jamaica. We heard screams. An argument was going on between our parents. My father came home drunk again, and mom didn’t like it.

I don’t know how it started or who started it, but my father started to beat my mom. My two sisters and I were all shivering in fear, not knowing what could happen next. At the time, I was five years old, the youngest in the family, as well as the only boy. The screaming and fighting moved outside as my mother tried desperately to get away from my father. He wanted a tool to take his bed apart so that he could leave, and my mother didn’t know where to find the tool he wanted. I’m sure he thought she was lying, which is why he kept on beating her.

My sisters and I crept slowly toward the noise. We were trembling with fear but needed to see what was going on. The beating continued, and my heart started to beat faster and faster out of fear. My mother was being beaten by my father before my very eyes. Although the beatings weren’t new, this time, it was different. It was different because I was watching it happen. Fearful tears streamed down our eyes as we witnessed our mother’s pain and anguish. I watched my mother struggle to get away from him, but he caught her again. My sisters and I couldn’t take it anymore and had to come out of hiding, hoping that he would stop. He didn’t, no matter how hard we tried or how loud we cried and screamed.

In Jamaica, we lived in the country, and even though our neighbors might have heard the screams, they didn’t want to get involved. What was perhaps a couple of minutes at that moment truly felt like hours of watching the person who birthed me being beaten without mercy. It continued, and even though my mother tried to defend herself, the strikes from this powerful man kept on impacting her. My father then reached for a branch on the ground; maybe his hands got tired, or maybe, as I was thinking in that moment, he was going to kill my mother. In that minute, something changed within me. Fear began to turn into rage! I don’t know why or how, but soon enough, another being emerged from within me—a spirit that now, looking back at many moments in my life, only comes in the worst situations. I started to pick up rocks from the ground, and without hesitation, I began to throw them at my father. One after the other, they landed on his skin and started to sting him in multiple areas of his body. Suddenly, he realized he was being attacked. My father, with the surprise attack of rocks being thrown at him, now had to defend himself and lost his focus on beating my mother. I don’t know why the fear disappeared from me at the moment, but if it could save my mother, no matter what the consequences, I would endure