a little girl sat all alone, left behind, in this broken home. She wondered and pondered for days, but no one came and found her, and she lost her way. She came to know, that she had been forgotten and her mommys body is now rotten. Daddy pushed mommy and broke her head, that was the first and last tear, the little girl ever shed. The little girl, who was only 3 years old, she tried to look for help, she was so brave and so bold. Unfortunately, there was no one near, for it was winter and she had no neighbors, except for a deer. By the 4th day she became very ill and by the 6th she lost her will. The little girl layed with her diseased mother, and then she passed all because of her filthy father.
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