I received this this morning:
My name is Sarah, I am 3 years old,
My eyes are swollen, I can not open my eyes.
I must be silly, I must be mean ...
What else could have put my father in such a state?
I wish I were better, I wish I was less ugly, so maybe my mother would always like to cuddle me ...
I can not talk. I CAN NOT do anything stupid. Otherwise I am locked up all day. When i wake up, i am alone. The house is black.
My parents are NOT at home.
When my mom comes I try to be nice or else I might get a kick out tonight. "Do not make noise"!
I just heard a car my dad comes back from Charlie's bar.
I hear him swear. His name is. I hug myself against the wall. I try to hide from his demonic eyes.
I'm so scared now ... I start crying ... He finds me crying, he throws me nasty words, he says it's my fault that he suffers at work, he slams me and I slap and scream at you even more, I finally free myself and I run to the door, it has already closed, I get into a ball, he takes me and throws me against the wall, I fall to the ground with my bones almost broken, and my day goes on with nasty things ...
'I'm sorry daddy!', I scream but it's already way too late ...
His face has turned into an unimaginable hatred.
Evil and wounds again and again ...
My god please, have pity! Make it stop, please!
And finally he stops and goes to the door while I lie down, motionless on the ground.
My name is Sarah I was 3 years old. Tonight my father killed me.
There are millions of children who like Sarah are killed.
And you can help them.
You will disgust me deep inside if you read this and you do not pass it.
Please, follow that if you are against violence and abuse on children.
To go a little further:
http://www.inserm.fr/fr/presse/communiques/maltraitance_091208.html
http://www.villages-enfants.asso.fr/50-Actualites/20_Quoi_Neuf_Site.asp
http://enfancedefavorisee.maviedemaman.com/article/quelques-chiffres-pour-reflechir