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It happened on Sunday, like any other Sunday before.
When husband lost his temper.
He said, ""Woman don't you treat me this way. Woman don't you treat me this way,
Or I'll take my hand, and bring it down across your face.""
Wife didn't know what to do.
Her children hiding in fear
That her husband might soon come near
And hurt them, like he did to mommy.
Poor mommy.
And it happened on Sunday.