My parents smacked me and so did my grandparents and my "aunty", she was a friend to the family that told us to call her aunty. My parents hit me and my older siblings and broke the cycle with the younger siblings because they could get fined. It was a reason they said and the reason I remember. My grandfather was gave me so much anxiety and I always begged not to go. Apparently my mother wasn't aware that he whipped me with the bamboo stick which was pointy at one end. It did form a lot of hate and resentment even at his death bed I did not see him off. I did not like the way he held me either and forcing me on his lap. Overall I hated him and his death was a sigh of relief to finally escape being forced there ever again.