1betyshiraz
I am looking for the name of this semi short story:
a child was waiting for her father to return from war, her mother dodn't allow her to sleep in her bed ,she told her daughter if they sleep together she might get sick, but when her fathers returns home, he goes to her mother's room and she feel jelous, she dosn't get along with her father and every mornig she goes to her mother's bed to wake her up and talk to her ,while her father gets angry and tell her to shut up, the situation gets worst by a new baby on the way,
she at one point threatens her father that she will marry her mother when she grows up and her father strat to laugh.
when new baby is born,she think baby just wants her mother's attention and she hits the new baby, finnaly when she says she will leave the house if they bring another baby, finally she make peace with her dad.
a child was waiting for her father to return from war, her mother dodn't allow her to sleep in her bed ,she told her daughter if they sleep together she might get sick, but when her fathers returns home, he goes to her mother's room and she feel jelous, she dosn't get along with her father and every mornig she goes to her mother's bed to wake her up and talk to her ,while her father gets angry and tell her to shut up, the situation gets worst by a new baby on the way,
she at one point threatens her father that she will marry her mother when she grows up and her father strat to laugh.
when new baby is born,she think baby just wants her mother's attention and she hits the new baby, finnaly when she says she will leave the house if they bring another baby, finally she make peace with her dad.
2MissSquish
My Oedipus Complex by Frank O'Connor.
https://cyc-net.org/cyc-online/cycol-0201-oconnor.html
Every time I had pointed out to her the waste of making two beds when we could both sleep in one, she had told me it was healthier like that, and now here was this man, this stranger, sleeping with her without the least regard for her health!
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Father sat bolt upright in bed. "Shut up, you little puppy," he said in a choking voice. "Shut up, you!" I bawled, beside myself.
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"Mummy," I said, "do you know what I’m going to do when I grow up?"
"No, dear," she replied. "What?"
"I’m going to marry you," I said quietly.
Father gave a great guffaw out of him, but he didn’t take me in. I knew it must only be pretence.
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One evening, when Father was coming in from work, I was playing trains in the front garden. I let on not to notice him; instead, I pretended to be talking to myself, and said in a loud voice: "If another bloody baby comes into this house, I’m going out."
https://cyc-net.org/cyc-online/cycol-0201-oconnor.html
Every time I had pointed out to her the waste of making two beds when we could both sleep in one, she had told me it was healthier like that, and now here was this man, this stranger, sleeping with her without the least regard for her health!
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Father sat bolt upright in bed. "Shut up, you little puppy," he said in a choking voice. "Shut up, you!" I bawled, beside myself.
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"Mummy," I said, "do you know what I’m going to do when I grow up?"
"No, dear," she replied. "What?"
"I’m going to marry you," I said quietly.
Father gave a great guffaw out of him, but he didn’t take me in. I knew it must only be pretence.
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One evening, when Father was coming in from work, I was playing trains in the front garden. I let on not to notice him; instead, I pretended to be talking to myself, and said in a loud voice: "If another bloody baby comes into this house, I’m going out."
