Aza Y. AlamFollowApr 15, 2021·1 min readI ran in, grabbed my father with all my might, threw him up against the refrigerator, jammed my forearm into his throat choking him, and stared in his eyes with a threatening look that he’d never seen in me before. I yelled, “You better stop it right now!!” and he knew he’d better not make another move. Then with gritted teeth and the calm demeanor that only comes with extreme anger, I told him to drop the bag. He didn’t initially, but then I jammed my forearm into his throat harder and told him again to drop the bag. This time he did, and then he left the kitchen. That was the first time I ever saw fear in my father’s eyes, and it was the last time he ever tried to put his hands on my mother.Violence, Silence, and Tears: Witnessing Domestic Abuse as a Child4263L.A. JusticeWow ! You are a warrior !