I watched him get home drunk everyday, he used to beat my mom everyday for something as little as burning eggs .... they were just eggs but no my poor mother would be beaten to a point where she couldn't even move. I could hear her cry from across the room but what would I have done i was just a child.
until one day the man i called father came home with a group of friends, i still remember it like it was yesterday....
he came home and asked my mother to dish for them ,she did as instructed but like always my father had to find an excuse to beat her,
but ...