Bad memory my place.
I used to quarrel with my father, which usually what I did wrong, I will not say, don't yell at me until I begin to self, more aggressive, he started complaining. Start warning in what I did wrong. But with a kid. I don't listen to good things you said. The steam I use housework, but I argue and scold me. He tired from working is angry that I was stubborn disobey father took wood to hit me until the red marks I cried with pain. But I know what I did is I love and hope to me. I just wanted me to be a good boy.