Within the special rules of 'tradition' in my old family, I made mistakes one after another and was punished each time. The humiliation of an adult having his buttocks exposed and beaten in broad daylight was something I could never accept, but when I consulted my husband, he said that 'tradition' is absolute in this house and wouldn't listen to me. Living in constant fear of making a mistake every day. Then one day, I made an unforgivable mistake…
