I scanned through the pics of a young woman that I know and love. They are full of her dressed and performing like a trained seal. She is in adult clothes, adult situations, constantly with either adults, or with children much younger than herself. She writes and says all the right things but missing is all the evidence of her being a child …her having her own interests, her own time, her own friends her own age. Missing is her life.
It is all their life. Their plans for her, now so superimposed on her and over her that there is almost no recognizable sign of a little girl that I once knew who laughed and embraced life like no-one else I had ever seen. Continue reading