I'm only 16. When I was younger, several close friends of my father decided it'd be fun to touch me inappropriately. To rape me. I told my mother. And she told my dad, but he didn't believe us. No, he got angry and accused us of lying, because his precious friends would never do anything to his only daughter. Not only that, but he believed that beatings were an appropriate form of punishment. By belt, by hand, by hanger. I'm Asian, so you know, any grade lower than an A was enough for me to receive punishment. If I couldn't understand something my father was trying to teach me, I received punishment. If I made any little mistake or voiced my opinions, I was punished. And nobody did anything to stop him. I've always felt restricted. I'm not allowed to do anything, to go anywhere. Because I'm a girl, and I needed to stay home and be good. And it's not just me. My little brother, he was only ten. He tried to jump out a window and kill himself, but it didn't work. He just wants to be a good son, but everything he does is never enough for my dad. And my mother, she's going crazy because all my dad ever does is put her down and tell her how horrible of a mother she is. But she keeps trying to be such a good wife to him. No matter how much he hurts her and controls her, she just keeps trying to make him happy. I hate him so much. My mother is fine. He just has to have everything so damn perfect. But he never tries to fix anything himself, he always just makes us. And if it's not to his requirements, then he blames us. For everything. I've tried to kill myself twice. They don't know about it. They don't know anything about it. Because I'm the oldest, and I need to take care of them. To show them everything's okay. It's so hard, though, to keep going, when I hate everything so much. I have to stay alive so I can take care of my family. And I feel so sorry for my dad too, though. Because he's done so much for us, just as much as he's hurt us. As much as he's hard on others, he's ten times harder on himself.