The saddest story you will ever read.
I think this is probably the most, profoundly-depressing thing I have ever come across. I pondered driving 30 miles south to my mothers to hug my daughter, (she’s visiting ‘Palma and Papa.’) There’s something about reading another child’s utter demise that makes me need my daughter and her smiles. I think if I could just see her pink cheeks, or little smile- I’d be alright. But maybe that’s the point: I’m not supposed to be alright after reading this- if you’re alright after reading this- something is wrong. Are we that desensitized as a society that when ‘another child abuse’ case comes into light we’ll make excuses to not read it?
No child should ever have to mutter the words, “My daddy ate my eyes.” When you’re done tearing up, or getting angry, go here and find out ways you can donate, help, and volunteer to fight child abuse.
