My little girl inside is very sad so I am writing this for her.

She has no name, as their are many, but she hurts worst than them all. She is the saddest of all. I believe she is the one that finally figured out what was happening.

I wish I could go to her as me a mother take her gently hold her close and let her tear and tear, but I can't reach her. I only FEEL and see her hiding in the dark closet under the dirty clothes.

But I have a very very tiny infant she stays fetal position with her face hidden from me never moves just barely breathes in a dark square box.

There is another I know who goes into this little room, of the ugly man and sits at a roll top desk and pretends doing grown up paper work.

I became her as an adult as I went in Secretarial.