The bedroom door opens slowly, the young girl in the bed pretends to be asleep thinking it was her father yet again. It wasn't him this time is was her mother. She walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. Tears are streaming down her face. She reaches out and touches the child's face. Six words slip past her lips. "I am sorry I didn't stop him". Then as silently as she came she left.
The child lays motionless shattered into a million pieces. She knew, and she did nothing. How could a mother not do anything? In the child's mind it was all her fault. She was the mother is was her job to protect her child. So the child waits until all is quiet in the house and she knows her mother is sleeping. Silently she climbs out of bed and goes into the kitchen. She needs to be quiet as her mother is sleeping on a mattress in the living room just feet away. Carefully she slides open the knife drawer and removes her favorite butcher knife. This one has a crystal handle made up of many pieces of crystal all clear and see throw. Oh the thought running through this child's head. She creeps into the living room and knee;s beside her mother. She prays, " Dear God, please help me kill her. Please make this stop forever". She holds the knife in both hands over her mothers sleeping body, but for some reason she just can't do it.
Oh how different the life of this girl could of been had she completed her task. God must have something amazing planned for her. Trouble is 33 years later and much more trauma she is still waiting to find out what that is.
