Mum: come on Molly we have to get to the shops! Molly: but mummy i want to stay home! Sesame Street is on telly! Mum: Yes, well we really need to go to the shops so hurry along now. Molly: ok mummy. _______________________________ AT THE SHOPS. Mum: ok now Molly i want you to stay right on this bench and dont you move even if i'm gone for a long time. ok? Molly: ok Mummy. Mummy? Mum: yes dear? Molly: where are you going Mummy? Mum: i'm going,er, SHOPPING honey. and Molly Sweetie, Molly: yes mummy? Mum: i want you to know that i will always love you forever and ever. Molly: yep. Mum: and watever happens, i'll always be in your heart? Molly: okie dokie. mum: goodbye Molly. i love you dear. MOLLY'S MUM LEAVES WAVING GOODBYE.
Molly waits and waits there. two hours have passed. then four. and fianlly when Molly has been sitting there for seven hours a police man comes up to her. Police man: are you Molly Davies? Molly: um, i think so. Police man laughs. Police man (to himslef): poor little kid. The Police man takes Molly up to the Police station. he talks on the phone for a long time. Molly: um, 'xuse me mister? Police man: yes? Molly: um, i would, um, like to, um please-know-where-mummy-wented. Police Man: listen Kid, i dont know how to put this to you but your mummy has left you. she feels that she's not resopnsible enough for you. see, your mother is an Alciholic. Molly: wats ans allyolic? Police man: an 'Alciholic' is a person who drinks alot of Alcihol. Molly: wats Alceehol? Police man: its a very bad drink adults sometimes consume, but see here, your mum drank far too much of it. Molly: so now mummy's gone what happens to me? Police man: well we'll have to find you a foster home of course. _________________ Molly finds new Foster Parents soon after that. she was always showerd with love, attention, and belongings. but as Molly grew up into a woman, she wonderd, had her mother stopped loving her? or was it just the drinks? mabye she went phsyco? or prehaps she was adopted and she never really had a mum?! well she had to find some answers. so one night, when she just turned 22, Molly ran down to a local raideo staion and put out this message: Mum if your listening, its Molly here, yes, Molly Davies. where are you? do you miss me? if your listening then please meet me at the bench in the shops where you left me! and with that she raced down to the shopping center. an old lady who looked exremly poor was sitting on the bench. Molly sighed and sat down next to her and started crying. Old Woman: Molly dear? Molly: what? Old Woman: oh molly its me! your mother! Molly: oh, oh oh, Mummy! the two were in eachothers arms crying.
The End.
if this touched your heart than post this in you blog. if it didnt then post it anyway for anyone else who has emotions.
My name is Becky I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long. When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor
My name is Becky And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky. And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~* a little poem
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