MY TIRED EYES AREN'T VERY TIRED ANYMORE. The shuffling I hear, it isn't right. Where it's coming from isn't right.
Momma and Dad they talk when they check on Princess. Momma sings or Dad sings, but there's always noise.
Now, there isn't. Nothing but feet, too big to Momma's, too loud to be Dad's.
This is wrong.
Wrong
Wrong
Wrong.
I get up, real quiet, sneak to my sisters room.
You have to protect your sister. She can't do anything on her own.
There is someone in my baby sisters room, and they don't belong there.
I sneak closer, and snap my lips together so I don't I yell.
I knew it!
Three adult men, in my baby sister's is not good. Momma always told me to be careful around people. That little boys and little girls can be hurt in the same way.
But it's worst for a girl methink
