A nine year old shouldn’t be hurting herself. She should be playing with her barbies. That was not the case for her childhood... She remembers her dad barging into her room afterwards. When he came in she remembered him seeing her aching arms. Most parents would be concerned from seeing that. But no. Her father yelled at her, which made her feel even worse.

You think that’s bad?

No no no no no.

PICTURE THIS. A little girl next to her father in a car. The father is driving home. They were at the beach. It’s an hour long drive. The five year old girl is looking outside perfectly content with the scenery. She’s content with the silence. Why’s there silence? The radio is busted. The father then says to the girl sing me a song. The girl sings a song for her father. Sing me another one. You see... the girl is only five. She doesn’t know very many by heart. She blurts out i don’t know any more. I’m sorry. Thinking it isn’t an issue she returns to gaze out of the window feeling not at ease. It’s as though she knew what was coming. The father then puts his hand on her thigh in a fist. He says sing me a song, I’ll be counting five seconds.. 1..2..3..4..5 The little girl was too panicked to think so she didn’t sing. Within those five seconds he punched her in the thigh. 1...2...3...4...5 He punched her in the thigh again. She was too terrified to think. So, she endured an hour of being punched.