I just have to write it out. So, today, as you all might know, we celebrated the end of the ramadan. My mother has four little brothers (actually five, but one passed away a few years ago), and they visit us every year on this day. This year only three of them came, because the youngest one lives in France. Anyway, so first, two of my uncles got to our house with their wives and children and we had a lot of fun with each other.
Before I move on, I have to give you some background information on my other uncle. He’s… not my favorite uncle That’s an understatement. I hate that man. He’s worthless. He sleeps around with a lot of women, doesn’t want to go look for a job and is addicted to drugs. He’s currently married to a really sweet woman, and I like her a lot, but she happens to be very depressed. Their relationship is also unhealthy af, because he still visits his ex-girlfriend quite often and neglects the kids he has with my aunt. When this woman met my uncle, she was a single mom who just got divorced.
Now we’ve cleared that out, I would like to get back to what happened today. So my uncle, his wife and their three kids (including his stepson) were our last visitors. My uncle sat down on the couch and his stepson took place next to him. Everyone was talking and eating. We were taking pictures of each other. Suddenly, my dad handed my uncle’s stepson (the kid is 8 years old btw) a cupcake. He took over the cupcake and while doing that, he accidentally dropped some icing on my uncle’s jeans. My uncle gave him the deadliest look ever and then started yelling at him. The poor kid started crying. It broke my heart in a thousand pieces. You know why? When a kid starts crying/shaking because of a look, you just know that that look means that my uncle usually slaps the shit out of him.
This sounds lame af and you might wonder what I am so upset about. The thing is, I hate it when people hit children. I hate it when people get mad over spilled cupcake icing. It’s his stepson. I have been crying in my room for the past hour over this and I know I am a sensitive bitch but the boy was literally shaking out of fear. This small moment just ruined my Eid. I took the boy with me to our balcony for some fresh air and put his favorite music on to stop him from being sad. I just felt so sorry for him. My uncle abuses him and I can’t get over it.
I just had to write this out.