Worst. Experience. Ever.

This really wasn't the worst day of my life seeing I can hardly remember it.
Me and my big sister who is three ears older than me were at my dad's place. Well, more like dad's girlfriend's place. He had no apartment of his own so he would always hook up with women and live with them.
We were watching cartoon network with my sister when we hear yelling from the living room. It's dad and his girlfriend fighting. The fight takes a nasty turn when my dad grabs her by her hair and smashes her face in to a wall. Eventually someone calls the police and we leave.

However, the only thing I remember is the blood on the wall and the kind police man who asked my name. When I answered him he said "oh, my wife has the same name", and showed me her picture from his wallet. She was sooo beautiful and I was proud of my name and hoped that one day I would be as pretty as her.