My first memory

It was late and my daddy had been out at the bar. Every time the Dolphins opposing team would get a TD my dad would get a free shot and the Dolphins were losing. I don’t remember where we lived at the time. However, what I do remember was when my dad came home, we were all in my mother ‘s room. It was my bigger sister me and my baby brother. I was super excited to see my father. I noticed right away that something was different because he was more playful than usual, louder. Him and my mother started to argue. My sister took me into the other room. I remember hearing my mom yell "give me the baby" and me running out to see what was going on, seeing my dad with my brother Christopher and his arms. He was very little maybe a couple months old. My mom was standing near the telephone that was on the wall with the cords hanging out of it. My mom was crying, and my father was being very mean to her. I remember hearing a 'bam' then watching my mother slide down the wall, crying with the phone in her hand my sister came out and grabbed me and brought me into the room where there was a big window, and you could see outside police officers pulled up. They came in. They took my dad. I watched from the window as they slammed my father onto the hood of their car. I screamed and cried because I didn’t understand what was going on, and I didn’t want them to take my daddy. My sister tried to hold me and tell me it was going to be OK Daddy needed to go, that he needed to calm down and that he’d be back in the morning. These are my earliest memories of so much violence that occurred in my life.