In 1979, my mum and dad had a blazing argument. My sister and I got sucked into the argument, as it was easter saturday, none of us wanted to go along with my father's plans that day. I saw my dad in the bathroom, looking like he was about to rip out the sink. So yes, it was me who took my sister and mum to our Nans to never return, so that the eleven-year-old boy paid the price for protecting his sister and mum, and from that moment, he started to lose his father slowly but surely
