I was 8 years old when late a tnight he pointed a gun at my mother 4 feet away from her with me in front of my mom while she was hugging as I looked into my father's raging eyes.
I just turned 9 and on the exact day of my birthday, We were in a multi cab with me on shotgun and my mom was on the back. She wanted to get off to hurry my brothers but just when she stood up, my father, as angry as he was, tired of waiting for my brothers (we were going somewhere to celebrate), he hit the pedal and the multi cab roared as my mother fell down and hit her head. As we drove away a tear fell down my cheek anxiously wondering if she was okay.
I was 11 years old when he banged my mom's head on the side of our door and she fell unconsciously while me and all my brothers looked at them as my brother screamed "Dad!".
It was since I was 13 when my dad would constantly scream at her face as my mom would just stay silent with the hopes that maybe he's calm down if she just stayed that way.