#EndDomesticViolence
The last memory I have is seeing my small sister shake and crawl in fear down our bed.... as my dad and mum exchanged heavy words and sufurias in the sitting room.... ... It broke and tore me but as the big one I had to act all strong and comfort my little ones.I will never forget how this made my little ones act like and feel... Every night this happened, I saw the crippling fear in their eyes.I watched them go to bed empty stomach after my angry drunk father poured all the food outside . There were times I wished I was born in another family Times I felt like death would solve all the pain and bruises I had. I chose not to, I had a life to live. Years down the line I am all grown. The shame I had to endure every single day after a dramatic night, the nights I slept crying, the times I watched my siblings cry themselves to sleep;I have a chance to change all that.... Every single day very many kids go through this. For some it's worse and just the thought of what I went through m