I remember when my dad used to get home from work and he would start yelling it wasent going to be a good day. my mother and him would get into fights about dumb reasons. she would ussaly get mad and start crying and feeling really bad, and of course when she said that it would get him even madder. i tried to ignore it, i would take my lilttle brother and we would hide in the room until we knew it was over. my lilttle brother was really confused at the time and i still think he wouldint understand what was going on. One day i got home from school and things ware really bad, my dad was on the floor my mom was complaining and just shouting. she called my aunt and told her to come pick us up, and when my dad heard that he keept trying to tell her sorry and for her not to leave. When my aunt arrived the police arrived as well, my tia tried to keep my brother and me calm wile they talked to my mom and dad. My mom was walking to us to get in the car and everyone exept my dad and as we drove away i turend around and saw him one last time.