Loud cries of pain came from your small, 9 tear old, body as you clutched onto your fathers suit.

Your father, Miguel, look at you in horror and shame. He stared down at your bloody wound and engulfed your small frame to his chest.

“C’mon! Cmon!”

He cried out as you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. He sobbed loudly and whispered into your tiny ear.

“I know baby.. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know.!”