I was young, probably around three. I was ‘climbing’ the big, metal steps going up into the caravan we lived in. Three steps. I reached the second step, looked through the caravan window and saw my father ‘slap’ my mother hard across the face. I was terrified and started to cry, but continued to climb the steps. I open the door, only to have it slammed in my face by my father. I fell down the steps and cut my lip. I can’t remember any more about that day.
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