The rod of my father's wrath

Even though I got along with my brothers, somehow I felt
like my mother didn't love me. I guess you can say it was
sibling jealousy. I tried to win more of her love. She was not
unkind to me in any way at all. I will share more about this
and the dream I had about this matter when I got to Thailand.

But I still liked my mother better than my father,
because she didn’t give a harsh spanking like my father.
My father knew how to give a whipping. Every time I got a
whipping, there seemed to be no mercy left from his heart.
Mother was helpless to intervene. Maybe she thought I deserved it.

I think this might have been the stigma that caused me not to want
to live at home. I don't think my father hated me at all. Just
when he spanked any of us, he did it with all his might and that
frightened the life out of us. I learned how to be swift footed.
Hey, when a lion roars, who wouldn't be afraid?