Here, writing from the other part of the world...I grew up in a family whereby my mother beats me up with a cane until I bleed. After she beats me, she will be very happy and goes around telling people to beat me. The worst I've ever experienced was when I was 9 years old when she beats me till my face bled. I would run and run all over the house when she beats me and she would chase me round the house. The bathroom became my best friend coz she will not be able to find me when I hide behind the door of the bathroom. She'd sent me to another home for tuition in the evening and tell the teacher to remove my pants so others could see the beating marks on my buttock.
If she does not beat me, she will make my hold my hears and squat up and down up to 100, 200, 300, 400 and even 500 times! Then, I would not be able to walk properly as my knee really hurts badly and when she sees that I could not walk properly, she will bring the cane forward to beat me up too. The last time she beats me, I was 21 years old and since I started work then, my boss then knew about it and she would come by to pick me up (I was not driving then) on weekends and public holidays to work so I will be away from my parents' place.
Reading your story, lady blue, reminds me a lot of my past...but I know that now, I've left my parents' place for so many years, just as the counsellor told me, it's better for me.
And thanks for these pictures, they're all so cute and will definitely go in my faithbook, which is stickied here on page 1 of the forum, if you haven't seen it already. 
