Eight years later, I knew we had a failed marriage. We kept on fighting against each other. My decision will never be the same as his decision and we failed to protect the kids in our arguments. Our kids now have grown up into little ladies.
Plates are broken into pieces and I can see the water from the faucet in the sink keeps on falling. With the glass on the floor that might be the cause of the accidents to the children.
“Mommy, daddy. Don’t fight please?” Sayaka with her bloody hands went to us in the living room while crying really hard.
We stopped arguing when she just fainted and we both got nervous.
“This is all your fault!” Joaquin madly said it to me, but I didn't know where to put Sayaka.
She held Sayaka in her arms and looked at me. He seems so angry.
“I will take Sayaka
