Lilac trees (daily memento)

Source; forum.libelle.nl

When I was a young boy, living with my parents, I didn’t have a very nice youth.
Being the son af a German father who worked at a brewery, I was raised by an alcoholic maniac. As long as he wasn’t loaded yet, I could handle him, but as soon as the boose started working, the man got agressive. He drank it like water, but he couldn’t handle more than four to five glasses. After that amount, his head became shortwired.
We saw it in his eyes, and we heard it when he spoke. It was the time to be very carefull, cause his hands were quicker than I could handle. My mother was the one recieving the beating. It happened several times a day.
It wasn’t just once that I found my mom laying on the floor, bleeding and being half unconsious. My dad went straight to bed after he did his job, and when he woke up, he was sober and acted like nothing happened. I could never understand that.
When he started beating up my mom, my sister took me upstairs and sat with me in a closet. She held her hands over my ears, so I wouldn’t hear the sound of screaming and beating. I still can’t stand people screaming at eachother or a man beating a woman, it makes me sick. Literally.
During the day, to avoid being my fathers trigger, I often was in the garden, where two big Lilac trees were blooming during spring and they bloomed during the Summer. One of them was white, and the other one was purple.
The smell of the lilacs still makes me calm, and when I look at them I go back to a time where I had to hide between the Lilactrees in my paren’ts backyard. I decided, when I met my girlfriend and she’s now my wife, I would never be like my dad, and that my kids would never have to be afraid or hide like I had to. Sometimes, at some moments, I feel like hiding myself though, with all this agression going on in the world.

Wouldn’t have guessed that from a horror writer, did you?