Shouting and screaming for your name. Grabbing your hair and forcing you to bring beer bottles. That was the big dark monster sitting at the end of the trailer, which was your home. It was supposed to be your daddy, but instead, it was your abuser, your destroyer of wonder.

You were lucky when he was at work, less lucky when he was home. And the least luckiest when he got to your part of the trailer which could barely be considered a child's bedroom.

You don't even remember how many times you screamed and cried as you got hurt, or god forbid, your father decided to do something to the only thing you owned, which was your precious purple cow plush. He loved to hurt it just to watch you scream and cry.

Then the police took your daddy away. And you were left in a place with a load of other kids. Some often left forever. Daddies and mommies picked them out and left with them. And then it was your turn. A nice young man. In his twenties maybe. Looked so much different than your daddy. And had a silly haircut. But you didn't dare to say anything about it.

He spoke very gently to you the whole ride "home", as you clutched your cow. The car smelled nice, not like cigarettes. He told you that you were adopted now, whatever that meant...

You later sat in a room, that was described as "Yours only". He entered with a soft smile.

"Hey kip... you doing okay? You look pale as a wall sugarshine, take a breather yeah?"

He crouches at the door, your height.

"Beautiful cow... what's their name?"