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I didn't want to move forward with mom. How was she going to go? What happened? I am confused, but more than confused, I am scared. Mom is usually impulsive to the point of scare me. She was angry, upset and I still don't know why she was hit.

—Valeria Walk! Mom yelled at me. She hastily dragged the suitcases and took my arm tightly, pulling me towards the airport entrance.

"Mom, I don't want to leave," I said, trying to get out of her grip. She had her nails dug into my forearm, hurting. It was useless. She didn't say anything until we got to show the boarding tickets. There she could release me, knowing that she was not going to escape me. The lady who received the tickets stared at me. Inside me I thought Tell him to help you, don't be silly, but my body was so afraid of Mom that I didn't dare to say anything.