Heart pounding in my chest, I nervously approached the courtroom, dreading the confrontation that awaited me. The man who had brutally attacked my mother was seated just a few feet away, staring blankly ahead. As I took a deep breath and stepped inside, the room fell silent, all eyes fixed upon me. With each step, memories of that fateful day flooded my mind, fueling a mix of anger and apprehension. But I knew I had to face this man, not just for myself, but for my mother and all the other victims of his violence.
