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Daniel and I watch in awe at the way the girl munch her dish. Her spaghetti and sauce. She ate like she's been deprived of food, I stretched out and wiped the sauce smeared on the corner of her lips. I wave off the negativity in my mind and ate my dish in silence. I trail my eyes to her shoulders and arms and no matter how the curiosity was eating me up on the inside, I can't bring myself to ask her what happened including the fact that she can't talk.
At a young age, a girl like her is passing through this. Abusive parenting. I was impelled to ask her about her mother but my lips remained sealed, I saw her three times with her father and once with her brother though I couldn't see her brother's face. Clearly.
