Once there were two little girls. They each had different fathers, but they both lived with their mother. One of the fathers was only known as an "uncle" to the one of the little girls. The other little girls father was a drunk monster. The "uncle" was sober, loving and fun...
One day the "uncle" came to visit the little girl. How odd that this uncle would only take one of the girls for soda's or rides in his car or to see other adults. The other little girl could not go with the "uncle".
The uncle came one day, took one of the little girls and left for a fun day....when the little girl returned later, all her clothes were thrown on the floor. Her bed was unmade and sloppy, and the other little girl had drawn with marker all over her dolls face. She knew if the father saw this mess, she would be in all kinds of trouble. She also knew that her sister messed everything up because she had to stay and the other got to go. So the little girl frantically was trying to clean up, when her bedroom door opened and in walked the father.
He was angry....the other little girl told him that she had thrown all her stuff on the floor and was being mean. Which was not true, just the opposite....but the little girl said nothing. The father grabbed her by the arm and sat her on the bed. He began picking up all the clothes and throwing them in a pile...he found the doll with marker on her face and ripped its head off and threw it on the pile. This was her baby doll, her soft baby that her uncle gave her. She was so sad, that she started crying....but she knew her Chrissy was safe, as she was placed in a boot in the closet, even the other little girl did not know where the doll was, but her little baby doll was dead. After everything was piled up, the father proceeded to urinate all over the clothes and decapitated doll....He then told the girl to fold up all the soiled clothes and put them back in the dresser, unwashed and to not tell her mother. He wanted her to wear clothes that would smell like urine....
She did not know that the "uncle" was actually her father.....but she never questioned why she got to go places with him, but not the little sister. She was just happy to get away....even for a short time....
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I got up this morning from bed, and saw a pile of clothes on the floor (for laundry) and it triggered this memory. There have been piles of clothes on the floor that never triggered this memory....I do not know why this morning the memory came. I do know that I had a restless sleep, up and down all night, and looking out this morning I saw fog, thick fog...maybe the fog and pile of clothes caused the memory...I don't know....I don't know which alter gave me the memory....
S, sammy
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