Clang! I heard the noise of something flew by and crashed. Dive fast or the flying objects might smash my head. I wish it was my head instead of mom’s. And the sound came from my dad sitting on the couch and reaching for drinking glasses to throw at my mom from the table of our living room. My dad would hit my mom with the same cane my mom used to hit us while cursing incessantly. That’s how adults expressed anger I learnt.