"The first time I remember my mom went to the hospital was because of him. We were eating, and he came home. He was yelling and was drunk, so my mom grabbed my hand and took me to my room. She put me in bed and went back to where he was yelling for her. All I could hear was my mother scream. He was beating her, and I could do nothing about it. I felt powerless and angry, really angry. After about thirty minutes, my mother came in and lay on the bed with me. She was crying silently, and I hugged her. She said we should pray. We prayed, and I fell asleep."