I grew up in the village with my father, who was the only parent I knew. My mother left when I was very young, and whenever I asked about her, my father would shout at me and sometimes even threaten to beat me if I dared to mention her again. He was a farmer and a labourer, struggling every day so we could eat.
But he also had a terrible weakness he was a drunkard. Almost everyone in the village knew him for his addiction to alcohol.
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