Waking up frightened as my mum’s screams pierced the night, the front door slamming closed still echoes in my mind. My violent and abusive father walked out, leaving my mother battered, bruised, and broken.
Over the months to come, my mother had to fend for herself, working day and night just to put food on the table for me and my sister. Seeing her like that was so painful to me, I vowed I would study hard, get a good job and be there for my mother like my father never was.