What I should have known about that incident is that it would indelibly be engraved in my subconscious. I should have known that my mother's words would define every future action, every decision I took.
My memory of it is blurry as childhood memories often are.
My brother who's two younger than I were squabbling. I may have been 11 or 12 years old. We were fighting as we were inclined to do, and soon it developed into a full-blown scuffle where he hit me on the side of my head.
"Pow." My brother was two years younger than me but bigger and more aggressive.
"Waaaaah." The force of his blow knocked me down. I remember getting up from the floor, nursing my hurting head in my right palm and running to my mom to complain.