vann van gogh

Mom, Leave Dad

2011. The year I witnessed my mom being thrown around like a rag doll. He punched her face multiple times, then continued punching her on the stomach. I remember sitting on the staircase, bawling my eyes out, screaming for my dad to stop. It was the worst day of my life. Still, she forgave him. I forgave him too, burying the memory as years passed by. The three of us went on road trips, ate on restaurants, pretended for a while that we were a normal family.