Very true. They should have left me with my Aunt Modesta, my mother's older sister, whom I believed was my mother, if that is the way they were going to behave.
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Another thing I found disturbing was that my father would hook his rather unusually narrow ankle around the apartment radiator and hang his to upper body out the eleventh floor window in order to implore God to scythe my mother down.
I guess he felt that his prayer would be heard better if he implored God when clouds were lower due to a low fog. I feared that at any moment his would lose his grip and go plummeting to his death.
After having fervently prayed and seeing my mom totally unscathed, he then proceed to blame God for placing cotton in his ears in order not to listen to him. My mom would respond by saying that a donkey's prayer never reaches heaven. On and on it went day and night without respite ad infinitum.