Chapter three

I remember one day when my brothers and I where playing upstairs in our room mother came upstairs and started yelling at us. She saw me sitting in the chair and she came at me. As mother was hitting me I was trying to block all of her hits. She grabbed my arm as she fell back. I felt my arm pop and then a sharp pain. Mother walked out the room as if nothing happened. After dinner she told me to sleep on the top bunk which was strange because I never sleep on the top bunk. In the night she woke me up telling me that I fell off the top bunk and she took me to the hospital but the doctors knew what it was no accident. Why did mother treat me this way?