I was a child once. And when I was a child, my father hit, yelled, kicked, slapped, screamed, whipped, and beat all of his children. I was one of many children that suffered at his hands. I am an adult now as are the other children that lived in that house and we all suffer one way or another from our childhood abuse.
I wanted to be a voice for the countless children that slip right past Children’s Services, sometimes slipping right past them and into their graves. My siblings and I were never beaten into unconsiousness, but something valuable was taken from us; our childhood innocence lost forever.
Secret's Remembered 