Our lives are shaped as much to those who leave us to as they are to those who stay.
Loss is out legacy.
Insight is our gift.
Memory is our guide.
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"We finally got you!" the man said, holding the two year old girl tightly towards his chest.
"What do we do with her sir?" a different man asked.
"Do anything you want with her but I'll be back in 1 day. So make use of it," he said, handing the girl to him and walking away.
"What should we do with such a precious little girl like you?" the man asked menacingly, chaining the little girl to the wall by her arms and legs.
The girl thrashed around but it just seemed to hurt her more. Tears were dripping down her face like rain. Her eyes were red from all the crying and there was a big black and purple mar
