She was waiting her turn for piano a lesson... and asked me to keep her company and take her picture. While I did, our conversation about her adotption turned to her birth father. She told me things I will not repeat. Wanton cruelties fell from her lips... like tears. Then she rose for her lesson, leaving me stunned, shaken... and thanking God for rescuing this sweet brave child. 



 



A Child Recalls the Abuse She Endured