It’s a beautiful day. Momma is busy with my new born sister. I know we’re not supposed to be outside alone, but I’m just going on the back porch. No further. after all, we knew almost everyone in the complex, and there’s plenty of adults out that can keep an eye on me. But this particular day, I wished this adult or almost adult; was blind, and didn’t see me. Yes, kids will be kids, and sometimes don’t follow instructions, but not listening this day would soon cost me my childhood.
“Hey I know you.” I thought in my little 5 year old head, as I looked up at the young man approaching our back porch. “Come with me, I’ll buy you some 1c candy.” he said as he approached. Now why wouldn’t I? Not only do we know him, we all went to church together. His mother and my mother were very good friends; In fact, we were such a closely knitted church family, that we called everybody “Aunt, Uncle or Cousin.” It’s just how things were. We Loved it there and Loved each other.
I skipped off the porch, right to his side, and we were off to the corner store that connected the laundromat and arcade, that occupied the space next to the complex. We spend very little time there. He grabs what he wanted, pays the cashier and in no time we were back to my back porch. “Hey, where’s my candy?” I asked; puzzled, as he guides me past my porch and eventually to the apartment about 4 doors down where he lived with his other family members, that had apparently gone out for the day, leaving an empty apartment with an upstairs bedroom, that held the bed, that would eventually become the place where the innocence of that child would soon be taken. The child that returned home to that apartment that day, was not the same one that just wanted to go outside and play. In fact, the child; that innocent 5 year old child, died that day, in that upstairs apartment, as she lay crying and begging for that predator to just let her go home. Eventually after covering her mouth as he proceeded to yell at her to shut up, in an attempt to keep her quiet, failed, she was released; But the shell of that child that returned home that day, would carry the emotional and mental wounds that only GOD himself was able to help her bare.
“..Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” ~Matthew 19:13-14
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