12-year-old girl. With vivid As the anguish seared through each contour of my face, droplets of sorrow spilled forth unchecked. I found myself questioning the cruel twist of fate that bestowed upon me such a brutal commencement of existence. Never had I pleaded for a birthright marred by treachery and danger. My desires were simple, yet seemingly unattainable - an existence enveloped in warmth, a life punctuated by affection. Was yearning for love an overreach, a dream too grand to be fulfilled? Why was I, a mere child, the recipient of my father's violent outbursts? Was I somehow to blame? Each time the belt snapped against my tender skin, it was as though his fury was transferred onto me, marking me with its searing heat. As a young girl, I grappled with understanding why he repeatedly reached for the amber liquid, the venom that transformed him into a monster, and made me the undeserving target of his rage. prose, it conveys the pain, confusion, and desperate longing for love that a young victim may endure. As she struggles to understand the cruelty inflicted upon her, the story raises poignant questions about the nature of abuse and the resilience of the human spirit. It's a stark reminder of the scars that can be left on a child and the immense challenge of finding hope amidst such darkness.