HeavenOasis

Domestic violence. Echos From Yesterday Part 1. I will never forget the pains she went through, My mother- the strongest woman I have ever seen. She took the pains calmly without protest from the demon she was forever doomed to endure-my father. The demon began the torment with night escapades, staying outdoor till the wee hours, not caring the jeopardy his absences caused my mother. Poor mother, she waits in the living room, thinking, hoping and praying that her husband arrives safely. Nothing i said ever mattered, she would rather wait in the middle of the night alone, empty-stomached and heartbroken to behold the face she loved so dearly. On my fifth birthday the beating started. It started simply because mama had been stupid enough to forget his carton of beer from store the previous day when she went shopping for the family. With tears in her eyes, sobs in her throat, knees on the kitchen floor and my cake turning to charcoal in the oven, she begged and held onto his c