I heard him muttering curses under his breath, and he later furiously complained to dad. Of course, father took his sister’s side.
It was the last time we ever swore at our aunt’s house, but not the last time we were to be punished.
Felipe was the next of us to be slippered, for an incident at school I had nothing to do with.
Although I did not witness his thrashing directly, I heard it all right. It was severe, more severe than the first one.
I sat on my bed and listened from my room as the slipper strikes resounded through the otherwise silent house.
I winced at each one, for I loved my brother and hated to hear him suffering.
I know there are siblings that take malicious pleasure in hearing their brother or sister punished, but I didn’t feel that way.
I actually lost count of the number of strokes he received.
It was more than twenty for sure.