ine'

dad isn't back yet. My mom was still awake, waitin

trying to meditate. I d

ting something. "What's happening? I hope this man is not hittin

or. I quietly opened it because I was afraid to see that my da

" he yelled at her and hit her wooden chair on her head. She fell down unconsciously. I op

lood streaming from her mouth, bruises on her head. I couldn't help but cry. I gently

nd she hiccuped and stood up,

in pain as

tears couldn't stop dripping. I feel like ki

" she feigned a smile

itchen to get ice packs. I snapped the kitchen light on. My eyes were

denoidal it was so annoying I cast him a fury

d was shaking and I couldn't concentrate. I just r

iftly like steel and imparted itself on me. My feet dangled in the air as I fell down with the ice pack. It broke into pieces. Fear bulged from my eyes. Seein

usiness; is it hard to do?" He hit me

rength and left the kitchen to my mot

laying position and pressed her hand on my cheek. It's r

very far from here. I feel like leaving this house, and my moth

I can't imagine how much pain she h

yes, I can see pai

" It feels like someone is pinching me each tim

at someday he will change. I don't know

ht," I said to her, notic

ed in pain as I pressed it into her wound. She is really suffering. I hope I

e morning; she has been away si

me. I have been hungry since morning, and my stomach has be

ack full of rice inside. I smiled as I opened

id to her, making her take some. She loo

so I could take her and make her feel better because my father's

a dove, but now she appears so frail, and I pitied her in

elling her that I understood her suffering and that I would do a

ing me and as well with this kind of

t my father is