Her precious hair

by kaitlyn   May 9, 2005


The pain it consumes me. The truth hides behind his mind, telling him he is right. I think he gets pleasure out of yelling at me. He grabs her hair she screams “mommy“ she drops to the floor in tears. She runs to her mom bumps in to chairs as she goes, “ mommy mommy bubba pulled my hair”. Thoughts went thru her mind what did I do to make him get so mad y did he pull my precious hair.

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