Fears are Tears
What do you see in this little girl here, I see tears and pain and loneliness and a lot of fear.
Why is she crying I hear you say, why is she so sad. She will tell you it is because she has to go home after school every day.
She looks so lost and so very sad nothing in her little life could be so bad? OH! Yes it is though you’d never of guessed her bruises don’t show they are hidden by the way she is dressed.
Who hurts this little one who treats her so. Someone in her family? surely no . Her Mummy and Daddy they say she is bad, that she never learns and it is always her fault for the beatings she’s had.
Stop now and look at her, she is ever so thin it looks like she is in need of something to eat. She is shaking and staring directly at her feet. Gently please don’t flinch I am not going to hurt you look my fists are not clinched .
She is so frighten as I dry her tears I hope I can help and allay her fears. She has spent hours standing out in the yard peeping through the window watching the rest of the family, warm and happy it must be so hard.
It is not surprising that she smells so bad she cannot remember the last bath she had. And God help her if she wets her bed ( because her tormentors have got inside her head) She gets beaten and the sheets rubbed in her face the rest of the family laugh at her she feels such disgrace.
It is not fare it is nothing she has done but this little girl has never known fun. She has been beaten and abused and kept away from everyone.
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