So one day, when I(26M) was about 6, we (dad and brother, about 7 or 8) went over to my Grandmas house which wasn’t out of the norm. It was late, sun down, street lamps on, no cars on main streets, etc. For context, I loved my grandma but her house, being elderly, was in less than livable conditions. I mean, she had pests, boxes up to ceilings, a fridge that smelled, you get the idea. At this point, my brother and I were unsupervised as my dad spoke to his mom. I remember telling my brother “I have to pee but I’m scared of roaches” to which he told me to just go outside but make it quick so I don’t get caught. Being 6, I thought that was a good idea but while I was going, my brother called my dad over and that’s when things got out of hand. My dad picked up a broom and smacked the everloving crap out of me. I remember seeing a flash of black followed by my dizzy brain trying to catch up to where my eyes landed. Although that first hit was maybe about a quarter second, it felt like I was dizzy for awhile. Before I could get my bearings, I felt another smack, and another, and another. By the time I found my footing, I realized that I had been smacked like a stray dog out to the street, off my grandma’s property. That was my dad’s whole plan because he started yelling(all in Spanish), eyes red, I’m sure his face could’ve turned red if he wasn’t so melanated. “You want to piss like a dog, I’ll fucking treat you like one.” The hate fueled berating lasted forever. I remember having pissed my pants with what I hadn’t let out yet. Tears streaming down my face, and because my dad hated our arms being up while he was hitting us, my hands were down to my sides, afraid of even wiping tears off my face. “You want to act like a [N-word], I’ll fucking treat you like a [N-word]. Go live with them since you’re already pissing everywhere like one” The yelling got worse on the ride home, you get the idea. Sure enough, 2 or 3 months later, I decided to tell my mom about what happened and instead of trying to look closer into the matter, all she said was “well your dad is right there, we’ll ask him” and of course, he denies it. Now, at that time, I don’t know if he really forgot what happened or if he was lying. “I’d never do something so cruel, mijo”

Never brought it up again but I never forgot.