I am 17 years old and from a very young age (kindergarten) I remember growing up in a family where there was domestic violence. I remember sleeping and my elder brother woke me up at dawn to leave the house, to run in the middle of the night to go to our grandmother, I remember pictures of my father hitting my mom in front of our eyes. Without mercy, without caring that she is his wife and above all a human being. From my mother's side, no one was helping us. Not even her own mother. My mom couldn't work because my father wouldn't let her because he was jealous. So he offered all the financial support.
At the age of 10-11, the noise, violence basically, stopped. A year ago there was a huge uproar (I ended up with my mother and my brother in the hospital), so my mom with all the money she had with her which she had been collecting from him all these years, finally got us and we left.
We have changed city and area obviously. We have changed home, environment and....
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