I was furious at mom because she had painted a red door white, and had done a terrible job at it. It looked like crap and she had ruined some plan that I had, so I severely scolded her, but she didn't care and simply walked away, so I pulled at her hair and she said "how are you going to prevent me from doing it again?". I realized I could change the lock and told her so. She laughed at my idea, because I lived at the house in Puebla which is full of windows, "I can break any window and go in" she said. I pulled at her hair so strongly her head bent, and I thought I would break her neck.