Once upon a time, in a far away place, a little girl was looking forward to Christmas. she would sit and watch for hours the little train go around and around the christmas tree...she was afraid to touch the train, but loved to watch it, hear the wheels scrape along the track...
One day, her mom and little brother were running through the house and the train was knocked off the track...one of the wheels broke...the little girl was so sad, she loved watching the train...
when the "dad" came home, he was mad the train was broken...he started to roar his unhappiness...mom got nervous...she knew his "mood" was coming...she held the baby brother and pointed to the little girl "she broke the train..its her fault"...
The little girl said nothing, it is always her fault...she did not cry when the "dad" picked up a train track and started hitting her with it, she did not cry when he called her "stupid little shit"...she did not cry when he picked the tree up off its stand and threw it at her, she did not cry when he repeatedly picked up that tree and hit her with it...she just curled up in a ball and went away....she imagined playing with her little doll...
when the "dad" was done with his rage...the little girl quietly started cleaning up the mess...the mom helped put the tree back on the stand...she appreciated the help as the tree was big and heavy for a little girl to manage....the little girl never cried....
The little girl, put this memory away...
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