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DECEMBER 2006 • VOLUME 16 • © HORSES For LIFE™ Magazine
The locked Up Child
The room was 6 x 5. A tiny world. There was a rug on the floor which doubled for a bed. They always made sure there was water. Couldn't complain about the three meals a day. But she was so lonely. No one to touch, no one touching her. Except for that one hour a day, when they took her out. That was when they made sure her hair was brushed, she was all cleaned up and she finally got to move. Finally a chance to see something besides four walls. The same four walls day after day after day. The same four walls for weeks, or months, and even years.
She didn't know if she could take it anymore.
She didn't know why they were doing this to her?
She wanted to move, she wanted to breathe. Clean fresh air, she would do anything to feel the wind on her face.
She wanted to be part of a family! To be together. To eat together, to be together, to know that she was among friends. Just to know that she was not alone. Her heart broke with her anguish. She was so, so lonely. One hour a day, they never let her play with the other children. She could see them sometimes, but she could never touch them, never interact with them. She was so alone.
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