It's just a story... right??

Forewarning - Parents, You might want to skip reading this post to your kids.

Let me tell you a story...

There once was a woman, a cold-hearted woman that many would consider wicked or evil. She lived a hard life from the beginning, taught to be nasty and ruthless by the world she grew up in.

As she grew up and started her life, she eventually married and started having kids. She raised her family.. the only way she knew how.. ruthless. Her life was hard and full of grief from the very beginning. She watched her drunk husband get murdered and chopped into pieces, leaving her a single mom trying to support her family, who was already living in a dump.

She sent her kids out to beg for food and money... If they didn't bring in enough.. then they were beat, would go without, and were tied up so that they couldn't lay down to sleep. To make a little money she got involved with prostitutes, and was somewhat of a female pimp.

And somewhere down the line, the remarried, maybe with the hopes of making it a little further in life, maybe hoping to find some happiness... Then when one of her children got sick and was taken by an organization, it was no big deal for her to sign over her rights of that child...that girl was a disappointment to her anyway.. never earned enough money for the family, they were better without that one.

However, life was still a disappointment.. the husband became abusive, blaming her for all of his/their problems and turning to alcohol and power.. the wife knew, probably a feeling she had been accustomed to in her life, the feeling of not only abusing but also being the abused. Somewhere in the aftermath of that first child being taken away and feeling the pain she used to inflict come upon herself.. something began to shift in that woman. She started to see the other child she had left in the house, the baby a little differently. She began to care a little more for her.

The beatings grew more and more violent, the husband sent the 'witch doctor' after her, and being a poor uneducated woman who knows nothing but the traditions spoken down to her from generations before, she was fully convinced of the 'curse that was spoken over her', a curse of death. Beating down both physically and verbally for so long had worn down her defenses and was now open game to whoever came her way.. whatever they told her..panic attacks came. She settled eventually.. but the beatings grew more and more frequent, till the night he tried to take her daughter, the one last hope she had. She stood her ground that night, through the violent beating, she held onto her daughter and managed to kick the guy out of the house for the night.

She knew then and there what she must do. The next day was her chance, and she had to take it. She went with her daughter and a tiny plastic bag of all the girls' clothes and said 'take her'.

Tonight, she will return to that house, without her daughter, without the only person able to run for help...in an effort to protect her daughter she will return without the only person that was truly protecting her.

Her whole life she has learned to be cold and stand her ground, she had to in order to survive. This time will be no different, only the outcome she knows will be. But she will stand her ground, she refuses to leave, in her last effort, she has protected the person she loves most...she is safe, she will not be there to witness what will happen tonight.. if it doesn't end tonight.. it will end soon.

But don't worry folks.. its just a story remember... or that's how you will read it anyway...

~ To God Be the Glory!