My Strory

Three years ago, when I was 14, my family moved here from a small village east of Khemisset. I had lived all my life with my parents and sisters in that peaceful and quiet village. My parents said it was important for my future and that of my sisters.

A few days after we had settled in Khemisset things began to change. In addition to a different new house, different people, and different school, there was a totally different father. My dad has completely changed. He has changed for the worse. He has become tense and aggressive at times towards me of all my other sisters.

His behavior confuses and hurts me. He tells me off all the time for the things he ignored before. He has become a nagging father, and very critical of whatever small and childish –typical of a child- thing I do. He complains about me all the time, and every small mistake I make is met with criticism instead of advice as before.

I know neither the reason nor the cure, but he often tells Mom that it is for my own good and that I am not a child anymore. He usually adds that it’s high time I behaved like a grown up and started to think about the future.

I am lying if I said I am not sad. However, I need to be stoical about it and keep a clear mind to face the baccalaureate exam. It is my passport to the future.

By L. C.