Mommy started screaming at Daddy again. I think it's because he forgot my cupcake. (We don't have much money to buy a cake so instead I have a cupcake every year.) Daddy started yelling too. He was saying things about "cheating" and "money" and how its Mommy's fault.I started to cry and one of my brothers came and picked me up. As we left the room I saw Daddy hit Mommy. I screamed for my brother to let me down.

"Mommy! Mommy, are you okay?!" I yelled. Before the door closed all the way I saw Mommy on the ground. She wasn't moving.

I already knew he was coming in here after he was finished with Mommy.

The doorknob shook hard and my brothers stood in front of me, protecting me. I knew it wouldn't do much because he always found a way to hit all of us. I was scared but I learned to deal with it because it wasn't the first time and it wasn't the last either.

I believe people change. I would know this because I have changed. I went from a nice girl to a mean cold-hearted person. I know why I changed and I don't regret changing. My past made me change. People I've met made me change. No, my past doesn't define me. My past makes me who I am. People who say “Your past shouldn't change you” are wrong. What you've went through is enough for you to change. People I trusted left me or betrayed me and I'm only a result of what happened. So go ahead and change because we're supposed to evolve. We're supposed to change. It's life.