It was my nephew sitting on the sofa. My brother had gone to pick up my sister-in-law from work, and my mom was cooking in the kitchen.
My nephew came home and couldn't find anyone to complain to, so he took out his pent-up anger on me, who had just arrived.
My daughter was terrified: "Mom, does it hurt?"
Then, with a clenched fist, he rushed over to my nephew and asked, "Why did you hit my mom?"
My nephew grabbed my daughter's hand and bit her wrist.
"This is my house. You, a little girl, don't get to yell at me!"
"She's not my aunt. She's just a meanie!"
"My mom said you and her are both worthless little brats!"
I was furious. I rushed over and covered my daughter's ears to stop her from hearing these words.
At the same time, I sternly scolded my nephew:
"That's enough! Who taught you to talk like that? I think you need a lesson!"
With that, I let go of my daughter and sat on the sofa. I grabbed my nephew and pinned him to my lap, ready to spank him a couple of times to teach him a lesson. Unexpectedly, before I could even lower my hand, my mother shoved me hard from behind.
My head hit the coffee table. The pain so intense I saw stars.