A Broken Heart that the World has Forgot

A blog about child abuse and it's cruelty spreading as fast as an epidemic around the world. It hurts. It cries. It closes it's eyes... and this has got to stop HERE.

Living in a peaceful country with minimum crime and hardly any news to go around, child abuse was a new topic for me. Attending the Singapore American School with a younger brother and two wonderful parents, I had probably one of the best lives in this world. Never did I hear screams of abused children, nor did I witness any cases of unjust behavior towards children. Every morning I get out of bed, kiss my mom a morning kiss and leave for school. I come home to see beautiful faces waiting for me at home under a roof filled with love. A good Christian family of four, just like many other people with maximum love they poured on me, it couldn’t get any better. You’re probably thinking, “hmmm when is this story going to turn into an abusive, violent story”, but the truth is, it never will. My family, my life, is just like many others, an average family that cares for each other, and I am proud to say: “I have never felt unloved before”.

Because of my background, nobody takes me seriously for my interests in the rights of a child. Just because I have all of it, just because my life doesn’t acquire any aid for being a child. But I have things to say, I have things I know, and I have things I want to share. All I know is that I have no voice in this society because really, who would want to listen to a silly 16 year old girl in her junior year of high school, grown up in a nice environment talk about child abuse? This is ABSURD they would say. This is why no-one listens to me. And THIS is why I have no choice but to communicate my heart through words on paper.

SO HOLD MY HAND AND WE CAN GET THROUGH THIS TOGETHER!