Beer smells disgusting; I've hated the smell since I was 6. Weekly, my dad would come home from his construction job and spend time with his best friends Budweiser, Bud Light, and Corona. He would guzzle several beers every night. The alcohol was consuming his life, and his addiction was consuming my life too.
I hated seeing my father intoxicated because he wasn't the same person drunk, for the alcohol consumed his soul as if a demon possessed him. Dad inflicted his repressed rage onto my mother. Dark purple bruises on mom's skin reminded me that I was a helpless child and a total coward. Hearing my mother scream destroyed me, but what could I do to protect her? Even though I don't remember when the abuse started, I don't remember a time without …show more content…
I groggily woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of shattering glass. Jumping out of bed, I ran to the bathroom and saw that my dad had punched the mirror. He stumbled to the kitchen; my uncle insulted him and the fight escalated quickly. Urgently, my brother tackled both of them to the ground. In a blur they left the house. Enraged, my brother left too. My mother and I were left, desperately clinging to each other. A few minutes later, my father forced his way back into the house. The absence of my brother was promptly noticed. Appalled, father demanded to know Juan's location, but my mom's answer only infuriated him. Grabbing her neck he viciously choked her. Panicked, I attacked him; my hand thrusted toward his neck. I dug my nails in. I would not sit back and let him hurt my mom any longer. A few seconds later, he released his grip and ran off again. I finally had protected my mother.
Children should never have to endure abuse. I have decided to become a child welfare social worker and to stand up for defenseless children. In the fall of 2016, I plan to attend Seattle University. I intend to major in social work to become a child welfare social worker. Although it might be heart wrenching at times, I am capable of making agonizing decisions in the job. I will no longer stand in the shadows; I will fight for the child's best interest in each case I am
I hated seeing my father intoxicated because he wasn't the same person drunk, for the alcohol consumed his soul as if a demon possessed him. Dad inflicted his repressed rage onto my mother. Dark purple bruises on mom's skin reminded me that I was a helpless child and a total coward. Hearing my mother scream destroyed me, but what could I do to protect her? Even though I don't remember when the abuse started, I don't remember a time without …show more content…
I groggily woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of shattering glass. Jumping out of bed, I ran to the bathroom and saw that my dad had punched the mirror. He stumbled to the kitchen; my uncle insulted him and the fight escalated quickly. Urgently, my brother tackled both of them to the ground. In a blur they left the house. Enraged, my brother left too. My mother and I were left, desperately clinging to each other. A few minutes later, my father forced his way back into the house. The absence of my brother was promptly noticed. Appalled, father demanded to know Juan's location, but my mom's answer only infuriated him. Grabbing her neck he viciously choked her. Panicked, I attacked him; my hand thrusted toward his neck. I dug my nails in. I would not sit back and let him hurt my mom any longer. A few seconds later, he released his grip and ran off again. I finally had protected my mother.
Children should never have to endure abuse. I have decided to become a child welfare social worker and to stand up for defenseless children. In the fall of 2016, I plan to attend Seattle University. I intend to major in social work to become a child welfare social worker. Although it might be heart wrenching at times, I am capable of making agonizing decisions in the job. I will no longer stand in the shadows; I will fight for the child's best interest in each case I am