“I will walk out of the house one day”, fumes the breadwinner of the family on encountering opposition.
It is enough to shush others into an uncomfortable silence, knowing that they have to comply for survival. Mom is an example – she gets beaten up regularly for not doing things to his liking, but still, she stays and looks after us.
And one day, the dreaded departure happens. I hear whispers that he is absconding after committing a fraud at his workplace; some even say that he has set up house with a long-standing mistress with the money he pilfered.
I have grown up enough to heave a sigh of relief without fear, and matured enough to know that his absence will not matter.