I don’t know your name, or your exact story, but I do know
you’re hurting, sad. Just a few years ago you looked at ‘them’ with wide,
uncomprehending eyes. You were a child, innocent, bewildered that people could
do such things. Even in your childlike way you know they were being bad. But
they kept on being bad, and when you cried they hurt you, too. You were a
child, innocent and uncomprehending. For a while you would block it out because
you couldn’t understand it anyways, sometimes you would even forget long enough
to play a little.
But that didn’t last. As the abuse got worse, and they
started to do it to you more and more often, you became afraid, it became
harder to forget the cruelty and other things you didn’t know the names for.
After a while you were big enough to go to school. Someone
saw your round, horror-filled eyes and they knew. They knew you had seen too
much, suffered too much, but they didn’t know what to do.
That happened to me. I saw a little girl on the street once,
she looked at me, I looked at her, and I saw. I read the message of pain in her
eyes but felt helpless to do anything.
I still feel helpless, but want to do more, so, so much
more. Sometimes I cry when girls just like you tell me the terrible things that
bad ‘Daddy’s’ do to them.
I know you are afraid to share with me and I know why. You
have learned not to trust adults. I want to let you know I care, I will believe
you, I will LOVE you.
When you are ready you may contact me on Hangouts. Others
have. Remember I love YOU and I’m praying for YOU. Will you give me a call so I
can show my love, and pray more effectively?
Just call me
Mommy
The others do.
