All I want is a peaceful home, but that's a far-off dream. I grew up in a family with nothing but endless verbal fights between my parents. I barely spoke a word, yet my dad would hit and scold me whenever he was unhappy with me. I really wanted to find a way to escape their fights. But as a child, what could I do?
I tried to turn all my attention to studying, as a way of blocking out the fighting. At that time, my academic results were good enough to help me get into a good secondary school. But before long I found that I could no longer stand the endless quarrels.
Maybe it was youthful rebellion, but I couldn't deal with things any longer. I even thought of hurting my parents to stop the fighting, but then felt guilty for thinking such a terrible thing. In the end, I chose to run away from this so-called "home".
But your parents are always your parents. I decided to return home, and couldn't believe how angry my dad was when he saw me. Since then, I have become a "difficult student". I was forced to leave my original school and relocate to a juvenile care centre.
For two years, I have lived in the care centre. I have no freedom. Here, academic performance is never the focus: the standard of education is far lower than my original school. Instead, students' behaviour, emotional control and extra-curricular activities take up most of our time. I may not belong in this place, but at least it feels like I have found the peace I was longing for.
I hope my one-minute life story raises public awareness of domestic violence and its impact on children. I hope all parents raise their children in a peaceful and loving environment. And most of all, I hope other kids don't experience the pain that I have gone through.