I spent my childhood hiding from my father as much as possible. I learned early on that if I tried to save my mother from a beating, I'd get hit and then my mother would be beaten even more. It was best for both of us if I didn't get involved. I'd leave the house and go far away, curling up under a tree where I could cry my "alone tears." Then I'd creep into the house and into bed, grateful to have escaped, but then I'd get beaten in the morning...