Behind Close Doors: My Life Essay

930 words - 4 pages

yona Dixon
Behind Closed Doors: My Life

From the outside looking in, everthing seemed perfectly normal. The truth was, it wasn't. I remember when I was just a little girl witnissing my father abuse my mother. I could hear my mothers cries for help and him just yelling at her. I didn't know what was going on or what to do, but I did know that it wasn't right. My younger brother and sister and I entered the kitchen to see what was going on. I had to be around the age of 7. I remember my father's hands around my mothers neck as I stood there like a dear in headlights with my younger siblings behind me. We were so young and naive to the situation. My mother looked so helpless as my father ...view middle of the document...

If I were to rely on my father for transportation during this time, I probably would not have graduated.
On the days when he was out of his shell, he would do into a rage. I would stay in my room with my siblings there with me as well. All I could hear was glass breaking, yelling, screaming, and the sound of my fathers hand against my mothers face. I closed my eyes and wondered when will it stop? One night it got so out of control that my mother tried to leave with my siblings and I. My father would not let her. I stood outside on the porch as I witnissed my father dragging my mother across the lawn by her hair. My mother was yelling "CALL 911 CALL 911" so I ran back inside in search of my cell phone. Before I could even make a call, my father entered the room and took everyones cell phone. I stood there looking and feeing so helpless. So did my brother. My sister, being the youngest, was in tears. I remember one day asking my mother if he would start putting his hand on me when I got older. The look in her eye was sa and hurt as she reassured me I had nothing to worry about.
What kind of example was he setting for his children? Especially for my younger brother who was the only boy. How would he know how to be a good man to his wife and his own children? How...

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