Not sure how old I could have been but my mother is holding my brother in her arms who seems to be around one year old. I am 5 years different from my brother. So I'm aound 6 years old.

We are all in the kitchen. My oldest sister who might be around 20 years old is yelling, screaming, raging, out of control, pulling her hair as if she doesn't want hair on her head anymore. My brother is crying and my mother is yelling too. Then my sister grabs a knife. A big one. She yells she is going to kill herself and as she makes the gesture to stab herself, my mother trows my brother in my arms and turns to my sister and take the knife from her hands. Then my mother slaps her across the face, one time, two time, 3,4, I can count, 5,6 and my sister falls on her knees crying, rocking herself back and forth.

Then my mother grabs me by the arm, takes me outside, roughly sits me on the porch and says:

Do not move from here! Do not make a sound! And you better not tell anyone what you just saw. Do you understand me?! You better shut up and not tell!

Then she enters the house, still holding my brother in her arms, slamming the door behind her.

I do not move. I do not make a sound. I am concentrating on blocking what I just saw.