At a very young age I witnessed many dramatic things happen all in our household. The first time I saw violence, I was only seven years old, I watched my step-father punch, slap, and drag my mother by her hair across rocks. I tried to understand why, why these kinds of things happen, and why my mother? I had so many questions and very little answers. Watching my mother get abused caused me to be afraid of growing up, I couldn't imagine going through what she went through. …show more content…
I constantly got abused both mentally and physically because of my oldest sister. She was so angry and troubled. Between having to constantly watch over us while our mother was at work, getting the house clean before she got home, and making sure we ate, we became the biggest burden in her life, including our mother. There was a time I didn’t clean up the kitchen fast enough for her, so she grabbed the broom and started hitting me. I screamed and cried for help, and tried running out of the apartment. She became furious, or scared, so she taped my wrists, ankles, and mouth, so that I wouldn't get