"You punk! You bastard! Get out from my house! You are not welcome here!" my father said. He was furious as his anger got over him. He chase me out from the house, throwing everything at me, and even worse, try to whip me with his belt. 

I was scared. As a little child I am, my left hand continues to shake furiously while staring at him with a blank look.

"Honey! Please stop it!" My mom try to defend me as she block his furious torture with her body while hugging me.

"You piece of trash! What are you doing trying to defend him? You ! Giving birth to such an useless child!" My father starts to whip her with the belt he got hold from his pants.

Each whip hurts my mom alot as she only can protect me while crying over for everything that my father had did. 

"You huh! Earn such little money and yet try to give birth to a trash child. You are a disgrace to the family. Aishhhh! The more I look at you, the more I got angry!"

"You !" Again my father whip her but my mom can only plead him to stop. 

Until the neighbours heard the ruckus and step out to defend for us. They took hold my father and try to calm him down while the rest gently hold us up and lead us to their home.

"Let go of me! Yah you ! Don't come back into the house you piece of trash!" His anger rising to the max as he got hold of a beer bottle on the floor and throw at us. Right at my mom's head.

I saw my mom, fall over to the floor. head's bleeding lots of blood.

I can only stare at her...

"MRS PARK!!!!"