My darkest night

My name is Balqis, and I live in a village in Rupats island. My father is a good person, but there was a night that I though he wasnt that good. I held hurt felling after my body was hit by a broom. But the real pain was in my heart because my father said that I was a useless son. My father didnt know that I helped a Sunatan agenda in my friends house, so I came late to my home. He was so angry with me because I came late. I took Isya prayer with tears. With my hurt felling, I left my phone and my wallet in front of my parents. Pretend that I never exist! I said it to them, then I ran into a dark wood without know where to go. I couldnt think anything and confused. Everything was dark even in my mind. I cried along miles for hours, alone. When I thought that I could die in that night, I stopped and saw a mosque then I laid in there. I never knew that my father would find me there, he held me and said sorry. After was being alone with nowhere to go, I was glad in my fathers arm. He took me to our home and I saw my mother was crying in front of the door. I said sorry to my mother and promised to never do it anymore in her arm. After that night, I learned that all I need just my family and we promised to talk before do something.