This story was written by Daniela from the USA.
Fear? Only the silence. Since I can remember, my house had always been a violent place. I grew up listening to the insults and shouts of my father. I saw my mother being beaten and crying almost all the time. My childhood is full of memories of a dysfunctional family.
There was nothing else in this world I hated most than seeing my mother sad. I always did everything to please her, for mom had the lowest self-esteem and believed she did not deserve a life without violence.