I remember trying to sleep late this one night. I remember mother and father getting in to a fight. I remember thinking why is he hitting on my mom. Like he hits on me when I have red on my palms. I remember thinking that it will be all right, that I’ll come back from school and there will be no fight. I remember hearing my little brother crying. I remember my sisters screams “I Think My Mom Is Dieing”. My moms is still alive. And I thank god for ever moment that she is. But my innocents is gone, taken when I was just a kid. I know I can not change what happened in my life. I can just look forward and try to do what’s right.