Have you ever felt guilty for trying to solve problems in the society and around you while you have failed solving the same problems in your own home? Well that is how it felt like to live with my dad. Many children would try to keep their parents together and try to save their marriages but I was not one of them.I dreaded having a father. I actually admired kids who had single mothers and I would not stop trying to push my mother into divorce. Earlier in my childhood my dad was never there since he used to work in another country. Life was hard because my mom had to look for jobs to provide for us. She never had a permanent job and she was earning so little though surprisingly, we never went to bed hungry. She placed her family at first priority and worked really hard for us. All this time my dad rarely showed up and if he did, he would leave as fast as he came and never left a cent for our daily neccesities.I recented him at a really young age for his lack of concern for his family. Lucky for us even though we did not have much money, we were happy since we were together and shared all that we had amongst ourselves. One day when my dad came to visit, I had the worst experience of my childhood. My mother owned an old black saloon car which meant alot to her. Apparently on that fateful day my so called dad decided to take the car to where he was working . We all tried to stop him but he was stronger, he even hit my mother although we tried to protect her. I was barely eight years old and I already hated my dad. My little brother was really shocked and he could not stop crying. From that day we never saw or longed to see our father for about six months. Sometime after, just as I thought that my dad was gone forever, he came back. For a moment I was really convinced that he had changed completely for the better, but I was very wrong. He pretended to care about us,bought us new things and took us out, he and Mom also reconciled. What we did not know was that he was luring us to a dangerous trap of slavery under him. I do not know how convinced my mom to move in with him in the neighbouring country where he was working. He had promised her a better life far away from poverty and a job post of manager in one of his businesses. Suddenly we had to change everything and move away from everything we had gotten used to.The first few months in the new environment were okay and we lived our lives as normal. I actually thought that this time he would keep his promises. After sometime, my dad went back to his old self this time even worse since he was commiting adultery without any shame. He started breaking his promises one by one making our lives in a foreign land miserable. My mum cried occasionally and tried to speak to my dad with no luck. My dad treated my mum and us his children, like slaves. He took every chance he got to cane us even though we made no mistake. He did not have any aspect of humanity. Pretence was his daily routine since when with other people, he behaved like an angel while when at home he treated us inhumanly. On many occasions he did not introduce us as members of his family but meer strangers visiting from a foreign land. I did not know the reason why he asked us to join him in that country if he was going to treat us in that manner. Even though I had no hope that he would ever become a normal father and change his ways, my ever forgiving mother never lost hope in her husband. She put up with all the things that my father did yet did not decide to get a divorce. Due to this, we suffered a lot because of my dad and none of his children loved him. None of this many adversities made any if us lose focus in our studies or forget about our dreams because our great mom always encouraged us. My mom believed in miracles and not a single day passed that she did not pray for my dad to change. One day the year 2020 just as the Corona virus was begining to affect our country,my dad collapsed. We hurriedly took him to the hospital. He was hospitalized for some days when the doctors finally broke to us the news that my dad had contracted the Corona viruse.This was a new disease and we all freaked out because even though my dad was the worst, we couldn't bear anything bad happening to him. The doctors did their best but his case got very critical and he was taken to the ICU. For the first time in my life I saw my dad fighting for his life. We constantly prayed for a miracle to happen. Just when the doctors were almost giving up on his treatment he started to recover and before we new it he was out of ICU. This certainly was a miracle and we could not believe it. His state improved day after day and finally he was declared free of the virus. He was finally discharged and that day as we went home I felt that my dad was a changed man. I was really happy that my mum had not given up on him and that we had been there to support him as he battled the disease.