I didn't ever have a good life...my father used to beat and yell at me sometimes...never even hesitated to hit my mom either...He was always slacking off drunk at home while mama worked her butt off at work to earn for me...mama would always come home late from work so dad was starting to doubt her...so he confronted her one night and they had a huge fight...leading to mama divorcing him and leaving the house...Dad got really drunk that night and came to my room...I was just peacefully asleep until he grabbed me and beat me to death...I will never forgive him for what he did...mama was heartbroken when she found me and went to the police station...I got dad arrested by leaving clues for the police to find where he hid...but my mama is so sad now...she does not eat, nor sleep...yet she still works everyday...She came home as usual one night...our home always had this...quiet, eerie vibe to it...she came home and I welcomed her...hugging her but she started crying and moved me away hitting her head...I didn't know why she was doing that...so I spoke

Dion: m-mama please stop! What are you doing??...you're hurting yourself!...mama!