VIOLENCE ESSAY

I hate violence! Until a year and a half ago i had lived in fear. I did not have typical childhood of many children. I lived with a mother who had violet episodes. She was very abusive to my sister and i. Tears of pain to my eyes just recalling these events, but i feel that it is important for people to be aware that violence can occur anywhere and can at times come from the person who is supposed to care for you and love you the most. My mother used hit my sister and me everyday. Not a day went by when she was not upset about something my sister or i did. I would cry myself to sleep trying to understand why mother about was so violet. There are many violet incidents that i remember about my life with her. But there is one in particular that i will never forget. It was a cold November night. Our family had finished eating dinner. My mom was washing the dished;my sister and i were playing dolls in the living room. my step dad was watching TV. My mom's friend came to the house and wanted my mom about her not getting drunk and to be home back safe. I remember my mother given us our good nights kiss. She went to the party and she came back at 1 in the morning. i was happy she was came. I woke up and i was going to say hi to her and give her a kiss. My daddy told me "No go back to sleep" and i didn't know no why. i wanted to see my mom but i went back to sleep. My parents started to argue but not like they usually argued. I knew my mom was drunk and i was crying because my mom promised to my sister and i that she would never drink again. I went to the living room where they were arguing. I was mad at mom and i was asking my mom "Why she had broken her promise to her own daughters?". My sister woke up. She asked what was going on. Then my mom stated to hit my daddy and he had a seizure. She was kicking him so hard. My sister and i started to scream to her to"Please stop hitting him because he is sick please". My mom told me "I don't care, its better if he dies". i never though she was going to say that. Later my daddy hit my mom just to defend himself. At 2 in the morning the police came in the house and the took my daddy to jail for 3 months. The police men asked me and my sister what happened and we explained everything. Now my sister and i are in foster care. My daddy is not in jail anymore. My mother is taking a domestic violence class and anger management classes. I am happy with my foster family, i love my foster mom. she understands me a lot. I have monitored visits with my mom and step dad every Tuesday. I haven't thought about coming back to my mom and dad. I'm happy my life has change from the pass. My life is much better with my foster family.