We spent about five minutes writing. I really wanted to read mine afterwards, but was out of her line of sight, so she didn't call on me. My mother did not say. She somehow imparted a truth to me. With each blow, the hits are harder.
Tempers simmer, then flare and burn.
And if I do choose to go for it and hit someone, I will get hit harder in return. Hitting my brother will not solve the problem to my satisfaction. Then I just began to describe the situation.