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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.... Continue reading:- https://vigyaa.io/children-who-witness-domestic-violence-suffer-as-much-as-the-vict-6e78eced/

It's been 3 months. I don't know how time passed and the calendar will show April. For me, it stopped somewhere at the end of December. Those dark days, when I was living the last moments with you. You, tormented on a bed, to fight with all your might to become well. I can't realize that you're leaving. I remember that cold corridor of the hospital and that Christmas tree outside the nurses' office, reminding me that it was Christmas and thinking that we would not spend the next holidays together. That night you didn't sing the carols to me, nor did the house flood with the smells of your food and sweets. You fought bravely until the last moment. Like a brave warrior thrown on the battlefield. But the battle was uneven because the enemy was aggressive. It doesn't matter mom, My life has changed and is divided into two chapters. In life with you and in life with your absence. You taught me everything. But you didn't teach me the main thing, to live without you. Nothing is the same. My childhood memory box was sealed. No one else remembers I walked, I never spoke, the first day at school. Did I ever tell you first mom? I miss those afternoons after school. On the way we asked you what... Continue reading go here:- https://vigyaa.io/momyou-left-a-void-that-could-never-be-replaced-e3a190c6/