We are afraid of the wrong things.

A father attacks the mother of his children in front of them and they also cry as their mother cry. The man does not stop he keeps on beating her up until she stop breathing he also hit a child who was trying to save her mother they are now next to the door and they want to get out so that they can run away… it is very painful to see your father beating up your mother and that memory does not fade away. The mother died and the children ran away the father did not bother to look for his own children, when they arrived in the (children) other street kids asked them why did you let your home? The first born response was..We were afraid of the wrong things…