The scene replayed over and over in the back of my mind as I explained to Deseriewhat exactly had happened. I had sat down at the kitchen table and, as I looked atthe soup, I guess I said something my mother did not want to hear.Her fists pounded against the kitchen table as my mother quickly stood up out of her chair. She was almost six feet tall and weighed about 260 pounds. Her ominousfigure towered over me and I knew this was not going to be good. I braced myself as the back of her hand caught me on my right cheek, my whole body fell backwards and to the left, including the chair. I cried out in pain as my left templecaught the side of the clothes dryer that was situated right behind me. I wasstunned, but I knew I had better get out of the house or it was going to be a bad dayfor me.I tried to get away. I was moving around the table as my mother was coming at me,cursing me like a banshee “You God damn piece of shit! You no good, rottenwhore! I’ll take your God damn head off!” she screamed as she forcefully shovedthe table into my side. I was trapped. I could not move. She had me right were shewanted me.She reached for me, but I was well aware of the routine, so I tried to protect myhead by curling up on my stomach to ward off some of the blows with my back."Crack, Thud, Thud," was the sound the heavy homemade wooden rolling pinmade as it hit my back, my shoulders and caught the back of my head. By this point, my mother was in a rage well beyond knowing what she was doing, “YOUWANT SOME MORE???!!!!!!!” she screamed, as she kicked my legs and bentover grabbing my hair and pulling me up off the floor.I silently whimpered and told her no, that I did not want any more but, shescreamed into my ear again, “I SAID!!!!! DO - YOU – WANT – SOME – MORE???” I could feel the wooden rolling pin hitting against the side of my headover and over again. I was trying to protect my head the best I could with myhands, until a blow eventually hit my hand. In pain, I brought my hand down,“Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyy, not my head” I said “No, please…..”I begged, cried and pleaded for her to stop, but then I felt a swift crack as therolling pin connected with the back of my head. My body was instantly weakenedand limp. I could feel the blood pour down the back of my neck, curl around myear, onto my face and drip down onto the floor.