I was a father in the Philippines.
I was living in a small town near Manila when I had to go to work one day and witnessed police beat my wife.
He said he was a soldier and had just received a letter from his wife’s family saying she had died after a battle with cancer.
When I asked her husband to stop beating her, he said he could not and that I would have to wait for the authorities to come.
I started screaming at him and telling him to stop, my children said.
“What are you talking about?
She was fighting for her life,” my son said.
I told my son that I was not a child but a human being, and he replied that he would never kill anyone.
I left the house, telling my wife she could leave the house.
But I had never done that before.
She was never in danger again.
As a Filipino immigrant, I never had a family.
I am the eldest son and the only one in the family, my father told me.
My father did not want to talk to me because he feared the consequences of reporting on my story.
But when I spoke to him, he was horrified by what I had seen and told me to stay away from him.
He threatened to cut off my access to my daughter and my sons.
He even threatened to beat my eldest son if I tried to go outside.
As my eldest daughter said, I knew my father would never be able to stop me.
The only thing I can do is keep my daughter close and my two sons in the house and protect them.
When my son was about 10, he asked me what he should do if his mother died.
I explained that I had no children and that the only thing that I could do was go to the hospital and give my mother’s body to the police.
But my mother was too scared to tell me.
When we arrived at the hospital, I told him that I have seen his mother die in the hospital.
He told me that if I went out, I would get beaten up and thrown in jail.
I didn’t know what to do, but I told them that if he did that, they would kill me.
They said that if that happened, I will never go out.
I kept telling them that I am not going to go out, but they said that I will have to do it.
The next day, they started beating my mother.
I cried and told them I will not go out and that they are hurting my family.
My youngest son said, “Mommy, don’t go out with that.”
They kept beating me.
I said that they had never hit me.
Then I started crying and told the police that I cannot do anything because I am a Filipino.
I don’t want to go.
My mother, sister and three daughters were all injured in the beating.
My older daughter was killed.
When the police came, they tied my mother to the bed and threw her in a cage.
I screamed and begged for mercy.
They took me outside and beat me and threw me in the back of a police van.
They then took me to the street and shot me in my stomach and my arms.
My body was lying there for 15 hours, with the wounds still bleeding.
They left me for dead.
I couldn’t speak.
My wife and I were not allowed to leave the city, my mother told me, fearing the repercussions.
The police said that the police would not take any action against the people who killed my mother because they are Filipino.
But they did not stop beating me, my sister told me later.
My husband and I saw them beating me on a street corner when we were walking to the airport.
We were scared.
I did not go to jail.
My family could not go outside because they were scared of what would happen to me.
In a country where my family is a big business, it is not uncommon for families to go through this type of situation.
A police officer from the Manila District Police Office told me he would not be taking any action to bring charges against anyone because it was not legal.
When he was about to go and visit my family, he got angry and started shouting at me.
He started hitting me with his baton and he told me I would never come back to the Philippines because I was Filipino.
He also told me they would not let my family leave because they know that I speak out against their abuses.
I cannot even go outside my house because of the fear that they will beat me up.
I can’t even go to church because I fear that the men will beat my daughters.
When they come to see me, they are just going to ask me to leave.
My children and I had been in fear for days.
I knew that I wouldn’t be able walk home for a long time, because the men were waiting outside.
But as I was in the street with my children, I saw the men beat my