When he came home he went to his son and his famous anger reared its ugly head. They took care of my nephew and had taken him tot he hospital. I got dragged by the nape of my neck to my sister's room. She laid in the bed and I pleaded with her. Not to get out of punishment but that I would never do this to her son. I told her that she knew me. She said nothing.
Her husband began to take me into the room I shared with his son. He placed one of my fingers in the door where the hinges connected tot he wall and he made sure that we both seen it. He then broke my finger. He had me hold a chair while he whipped me with a belt. A while afterward he asked me if I wanted to stay I would be in this room for a while, or I could go home. At this point I knew that I was not wanted their and that my nephew was right from the beginning. I had overstayed my welcome.
Going back tot he Midwest was one of many milestone in my mother's family that created a track record. For a long time everyone thought I actually attacked my nephew. For years after that I saw him and wasn't allowed anywhere near him as his father was ready to do me harm. After a while I guess the truth came out. I really don't know. After a fall out with his sister it was to hard to tell. It was all gone and still is.
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