Left to be crippled. Neglected, until limbs are replaced by useless, deformed claws. Dreams shattered by pain, the pieces scattered by doubt, never to be found. Damage no glue can fix, suffering that could have, and should have, been prevented. It happened to me, and now I must observe it happening to others.
Children have no control.
History repeating itself again and again, and all I can do is watch, reliving the pain of my past, knowing what should have been done. The laughter and fun burned off the pages of childhood by three letters. Letters that are easily erased at first. Then, the ink dries, leaving the letters emblazoned over the words of our lives. Unfounded prejudice stealing the hopes of small children.