There is always that glimmer, that hope and belief. The belief that for your sake your family will make the right choice. Yet, Domistic Violence is not easy and growing up with it was hard. Yet you still believe that things are gonna better before they get worse, you hope that your family sister or mother will do the right thing and leave. But in your heart you that is never going to happen yet you still hope, you still believe because it is worth fighting for, you know there is light on the otherside that if only, you can reach it. Watching the both from far and close by as been difficult, yet I believe, and hope that I will not continue the cycle of violence, I hold to that hope, even if it such a small glimmer, that things will get better. But, all I can do is watch, see it play out. I have accepted the fact that there is no hope in helping my mother that my mother is in...