Who is the man at the door dad?
My father did not want to let him in. Ma insisted.
He sat on our couch and my brother and I watched from the kitchen.
He told my mother that he had gotten married.
He gave her a picture.
I saw it later. It was of a young woman with a baby.
She kept saying “he was a good man.”
Who was a good man Ma?
“Your grandfather died yesterday.”
Wasn’t he already dead?
“He came to the door once.”
I did not remember seeing him. But I know he had a mustache.
I was the only one not mad at her.
Today she told me my grandfather was an alcoholic.
My father hated him. Blamed him.
Today she told me my grandfather hit her, hit Abuela, hit Titi Nancy, hit Titi Mini.
She loved him. Blamed herself.
Today she showed me her scars.
I don’t hate him.
NB: One of our assignments was to complete a reflection project, which could be non-legal, personal reflections based on your interest in domestic violence issues. This project was intended to help tie together the domestic violence issues with our own personal development as a lawyer, and to reflect on those connections in a way to foster our personal and professional development.
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