So I grabbed my little brother and held him tight. I was trying to block him from seeing the fight between his dad and our mom, I was stuck between getting in the middle of the fight to protect my mom, or get my one year old brother out of his crib so he wouldn’t see the violence. Yet, my brother seemed so defenseless and innocent. I didn’t want his innocence to go away,( mine already had) so I held him tighter. My 9 year old self was protecting a baby from what I shouldn’t be seeing either. But it was time to become the women of the house and the mom at the same time. My mom wasn’t able to be a mom, when someone was amputating her finger off, or be a wife to a monster, so subliminally, I was the mother and the extra victim at the same time. As they screamed and cussed, I just thought of the baby in my arms. Unexpectedly, I lost concentration when my mom screamed hysterically “My finger, my finger! My finger! Mamita, it’s in the floor, please, find it. Please! He yanked it off of me, ...