One night we were all in our house hanging out, maybe watching a movie, I really don't know, when there was a knock at the door. When it was opened, there was a scary looking lady standing there. She started talking to one or both of my parents, and they told us to go to our rooms. We had really no idea what was going on, and it was very mysterious to us. Of course we were in our rooms dying of curiosity! She was there for a while, and I could hear her throw up. Then someone else came. A policeman, or somebody, I don't know. They talked to my parents for a while, and then they took the woman with them and left. And we got to come out of our rooms. Nobody really explained to us what happened. Knowing my mom and dad, they did give us some explanation, but not the full version reserved for grown up people. From snatches of whispered conversations between adults over the next couple of days, I pieced together that she had been a battered woman, who had fled and was looking for help. I'm glad she came to our house, because my parents have always been great at helping people in need.
