I fall against
the floor. My bones are hurting and my mommy says loud and dramatic words that
I cannot understand. If only I was smarter and prettier, my mommy will love me.
If only I was stronger, I could help my mommy. “I am Sorry”, “I love you”, “I
will be a good boy”, “Please mama, please”, I shout at my mommy but it is too
late. Her bright red face is in fire. Her kicks, slaps, throws, and words are
hurting me a lot; I beg you Papa God to have mercy upon me; take me with you, I
want to laugh and play with Sammy again. Oh papa, please help me…
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