My sister and I were due to visit our father abroad, it was four years since we last saw him. It might seem a little sad for others to understand what happens to families after separation or divorce. However, my sister and I knew the real reasons for my mother to keep us away from him, or so we thought. On the morning of departure my sister was so nervous and perhaps excited, I could not really tell. Then, it all came to my mind, a memory, like a flash of the event of that night when my parents were shouting, and we were crying. I remembered it all, a pool of blood on the floor, my mother's body covering my sister, both of them were sobbing and I was just standing there, I was not able to move a muscle or breath. I hesitated, looked at my sister's eyes, she asked me -"Do you remember that night?"- I just nodded, and as we held hands we headed back to the airport exit.