WHEN I WAS UNCONSCIOUS, I DREAM AGAIN BUT THIS DREAM WAS DIFFERENT. IN THAT DREAM I SEE THE CHILD IN THE TREATMENT ROOM IN A HOSPITAL. HIS FACE WAS PALE, HIS HEAD WAS WRAPPED IN BANDAGES, HIS EYES WERE CLOSED. THERE WERE OTHER PEOPLE TOO, MY PARENTS, PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW. THEY LOOK AT ME WITH ACCUSING JUDGMENT, THEY BLAME ME. THE ADULTS FIGHT, I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAY BUT I FEEL SO SCARED. THEN I SEE THE CHILDREN WAKE UP, HE WAS LOOKING AT ME AND AS HE WAS ANGRY.
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"I'm scared, I've asked her to stop but she keeps pushing, I'm scared," little Aaron said to his father. He stared in horror at the husband and wife and their little daughter who stood in front of him.
"No! My daughter said that wasn't the case. My daughter couldn't have lied," the man argued.
"My son can not lie," said his father not to be outdone. They were noisy.
