I only ever wanted my daddy to keep me free from harm and to protect me from the monsters under my bed. But that was never to be, you see, my daddy was the monster. Can it truly be that there are families without monsters? I know the truth: Yes, there is. I just didn’t happen to be lucky enough to be born into one. Defining the house in which the child is used and treated like the wife creates quite a stir in the mind of the child who lives in such a house and they carry that with them all their lives. They learn how to disassociate. Sometimes medication helps. In whichever form it can be found.

My definition of family includes beasts. At least you know that a beast may bite.

A child rarely believes that of a parent, until it happens.

...some young girl