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I came to help Tressie in the dark cold nights. I hear the steps and I feel as if I could run but I cannot. I cannot even talk.I do know no one cares or loves us. I moan while I feel my head going away in the darkness. I will go away for there is no way out. I am floating above and he can't touch me or hurt me. The smells do not go away. My tummy hurts! How long will it be until it is over? I wish I could scream but no one would hear me. I am alone.
This is Tamara and I wanted you to know that I had to go live with my grandparents on my mother's side because my mother got scarlet fever and was sick for a year and I was very small. This is where a great deal of the trauma and abuse got it's greatest start. Tressie and Mona were created to deal with the atrocities that came during the night times. The grandmother knew and tried to placate the pain with baking me apple pie. I knew later on as a grown up that my grandmother's laughter was a sick laughter. It made sense then.
A time of internal uniting of the "little ones"