A tear ran down my cheek, which only served to trigger my mother even more. She immediately pounced, launching into the worst part of her physical attack.
She started by shoving me down the stairs, causing me to tumble fast and hard. Once I got to the bottom, she started kicking me. Over and over and over again.
When she got tired, she grabbed my backpack and took the apple and banana out of it. She threw the apple at me and then opened the banana and smashed it in my face.
Still not satisfied, she headed to the kitchen and came back with a large stack of plates—some of which were obviously still dirty. She started to throw the plates at me, one by one. When the plates were all smashed, she started to throw other things at me, including a coffee maker, a couple of steel frying pans, and a few knives. Almost everything she threw hit me on some part of my body.
