The gray room shelter to distress for endless days. The pain was deep and intense, as sharp as a knife steel. The minutes became hours. The joy gave way to fear. That fear has since become the engine that would move forever. Luck played its part and she had to lose.
The beginning of a sentence imposed, an injury that was repeated day after day, shouting aloud that there would be no hope of escape, killing without mercy.
was the end of a childhood that had barely begun. Was only five years old and was the protagonist of a real nightmare at the hands of a wicked writer whom he called "Dad." He decided to imprison
down the shutters of his room, cutting off the hands that tried to lift it, undressing, inserting his fingers into it, stealing its purity, snatching the most beautiful treasures that life can give to a child. Aftermath
never be effaced. Psychiatrists and Psychologists can only mitigate the memory, a memory that will haunt ripper without rest, a swing of whispers drown him breathing.
A girl like the photo (my niece), so fragile, so small, wordless, helpless with her tiny hands, never to flood the pad under a rain born in your eyes, you should never feel the helplessness that causes a despicable as this.
When you lose respect for the purest, and nothing remains.
