The home that escaped is no longer home

Home is a happy harbor, a warm cradle, and the destination of love. What a yearning home, a harmonious and happy family every day...

And my home belongs to the chicken flying dog jumping type! He was an alcoholic, didn't drink or sleep every day, was happy, said this and said that..., was not happy to drop the mobile phone, smashed the bowl, quarreled with the children, scolded the adults..., I and the children were always frightened, afraid of provoking war. In the summer, you will lead your children out to play, but in winter, where do you go when it is cold? We haven't been back since we came out last March. alas! The past can not look back, drinking and domestic violence, the most serious is to stab me with a knife, and inexplicably, I ask why? He said I was slapping vibrato and perming my hair. What happened to the daughter who said a word about vibrato? My teacher is still shooting it, it's over! Desperate to find my daughter, I stopped, my daughter did not escape the disaster, his own father, picked up the thermos cup on the bedside table and smashed it, "Ah" Daughter's scream, scared me trembling, fortunately did not hit the eyes, the corners of the eyes instantly blood and swollen! He was indifferent at all, shouting, and locked himself in the bathroom... That night I led a pair of children to escape from the home that made us sad, a home that made people feel frightened, a home that no longer wanted to step into!

As the years draw nearer, I always ask my children if they would like to go back? A pair of sons and daughters replied emphatically, "Don't go back!" No matter how bitter it is, I will not go back! "Yes, although the conditions are not good now, we will not be afraid every day!"

Home, escaped, it is not!