This is what I remember.
My parents fighting. My sister and I hiding, crouched at the top of the stairs, watching my father chasing after my mother downstairs, she screaming at him. Words children should never hear. CLICK HERE TO READ FULL BLOG
This is what I remember.
My parents fighting. My sister and I hiding, crouched at the top of the stairs, watching my father chasing after my mother downstairs, she screaming at him. Words children should never hear. CLICK HERE TO READ FULL BLOG