Despite all the crap and all the atrocities, there is still hope. We wish we can spread the good word, spread awareness, open some eyes and at the least make a few people understand the damage being caused by abuse and violence.
My mother had bruises since the day I could remember. Of course I didn’t know they were bruises. I didn’t know my father was raping her, I didn’t know my father was beating her black and blue. 395 more words