Victory

I have been sent to a battle that i thought i wouldn't succeed in, i fought a fight that took all my strength to live, and i conquered...survived. My dad and I were locking horns in the most intense eye and word combat up to date. We respected our boundaries by setting limits as to how far the other would go. And in the end, i won. He limped off to live for another day...with the same shameful feeling i get after losing to him. But this time i didn't argue for myself. I argued for all my siblings. I defended my sister from a belief that still contradicts my way of thinking. My father has a way of teaching us about life through brute strength and rude critical remarks. I proved him his ways were wrong. It felt like a science experiment, but his own weapon backfired on him. I turned the tables around. He called my sister for evidence to support his thinking, but my mom volunteered into the project as well. He asked her a simple math problem for her to solve in her head (this is the debate. the purpose) I defended my point that she gets nervous because of his manner of expression. He concurs that my sister's just being a kid...that she cries and gets nervous for anything. During the "procedure" my sister came up with shaking, watery eyes, and no answer to his question. My mom's turn came up and asked her a similar problem but with different numbers. Instantly, my sister responded the correct answer with a calm presence. His own form of evidence proved faulty.I pointed this out to my father, and he instantly retreated by talking about a different subject, trying to aim the problem at me. The dispute was finished. I finally learned the reason behind his logic. "She's just a kid. Kids cry all the time". Did he ever consider her feelings? OUR feelings? Its true that he hasn't hit her in any way, but what about US? My brother and I weren't fortunate enough to escape that fate. We are the way we are because of what he's done. Sometimes we seem indifferent, arrogant, and criticize the world because that's all we know since childhood. But the fact that we stepped out of our world to view more things that are out there, made us see that things aren't always that way. Well...at least i think so. My brother has been partially brainwashed into thinking my dad's ways are right. I don't blame him. I think some of my father's morals seem true, but i still think its the wrong way to get to them. I feel like i've been placed into a war or a chessboard were i think the best way to create peace is to call it a stalemate. But this is only one argument that would follow into another, and another and another...for now i shall breathe deep, stretch, and bask in my glory.