Since there was no one else to do so, Sadi gave himself the title of a genius at math.
It
soon became a matter of course for me to have to compare my knowledge with his. I would sit at the
table while he stood threateningly behind me and I was forced to
solve problems that we had not yet
learnt to handle at school. As a sign of his, ispleasure,
Sadi would bang my head against the table. At that point, the blood would start flowing from my nose and then the process would continue with him whacking me with his belt.
"Idiot, nothing good will come of you," he would
shout as I bent over in pain.
Sophie would always stand watching. Sometimes she would express support for Sadi and would shout in my direction: "Why can't you be like all the other children?" This question, especially because it came from a mother like her, hurt no less than the whippings. They learnt too late that they could not solve their problems by hurting me.
Sophie continued to view Sadi as responsible for her feelings of deprivation while Sadi contitued to accuse her of not doing her duty. Each of them was entrenched in his own position and soon the living room turned into a wrestling ring. Sophie was jealous of the status Regina had achieved while Sadi saw this as an attempt to discredit his
sister. "I wish you would be like my sister," he would shout at her. Sophie would call Sadi a miser and parasite and he would return the insult by describing her as a stupid cow. Most of the arguments were accompanied by cursing, slaps and fist fights and ended with each of them suggesting that the other go to see a psychiatrist.
Life became unbearable and it was difficult for me to concentrate on my studies. I tried to get the best out of the frequent periods when they were at loggerheads until Sophie broke down and indicated that it was time for someone to mediate between them. Whenever
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