I was strictly talking about being at home. My dad was in Vietnam and thought my brother, sister and I were Vietnamese and used to beat us and try and kill us due to his PTSD, only my mom could stop him.

This is another aspect. I still do not even know who was my real father, but I grew up with someone, who I thought that he is my step-father, and he was alcoholic, gambling addict, and violent. He also beat us. Even my mother. We (my brother, our mother and I) escaped from him around 2000. We (my brother and I) met him multiple times in the recent one year (including the Christmas and the New Year's Eve), and he regretted what he done in our childhood. He changed. He stopped smoking and drinking. Nowadays he is very kind. I forgive him. And I forgive everyone else too, who hurt me in any way.

I'll look into a few birds

I am sure that you will find at least one, which you will love.

Good luck and all the best.