Murder of a child
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I have literally seen thousands of graphic Holocaust pictures. At the start they really had an effect on me, physically they made me sick. However such is the human psyche that after a while you get desensitized by them. They still upset you but not to the same extend as they did before. But looking…
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You only lived a few miles down the road from me. You could have been my teacher. You could have been my Doctor You could have been my plumber. You could have been the father of a girl friend You could have been the uncle of my best friend. You could have been a scientist…
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Yesterday it would have been my 80th Birthday. Henny Sophia Frank, born on February 23,1939 in Amsterdam. My name is Henny Sophia but people call me Henneke. But alas I was not allowed to celebrate my 80th birthday. Nor was I allowed to celebrate my 70th or 60th, in fact I wasn’t even allowed to…
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Being a parent is one of the hardest jobs in the world. The sleepless nights, the dirty diapers, the countless times being peed on. Also, the worries when your baby has a bit of a temperature, the millions of scenarios of what could go wrong with your child. But all of that is forgotten the…
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I am Paul , like every 4 year old boy I like to kick a ball. Give me a blank sheet of paper and some crayons and I am happy as can be. I am Paul I feel like a big boy but I know I am small. I like to play outside, come rain…
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I was born with a promise of life. A life full of joy and excitement, but also a life of sometimes sadness A life of play and learning new skills every day. A life which is unique , so very much the same as other but yet totally different. A life with family and friends.…
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Dear Louis, I have to believe you are an Angel Because if I don’t I get engulfed with hate for those who killed you. But your beautiful face only radiates love. You are an Angel, you already look up to your new home in Heaven. You were 4 when you were murdered by those who…
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My name is Frouktje Oudgenoeg, I am 2 years old. My last name means Old Enough. That is exactly what I am. I am old enough to sing and dance. I am old enough to play outside in the garden, come rain or shine. I am old enough to get my face dirty with jam…
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Reached the age of 3 it says in some places. Reached the age of 3, that is me .Reached the age of 3, but that is not only me. For I am so much more them just the age of 3. I am a child whose only ambition it was to become 4. If I…
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Dear little boy , you are perfect in every aspect . Even your imperfect hair is perfect. Imperfect and perfect in one sentence is a paradox. A paradox is what you are, because you were hated even though all you gave was love. It is said that the eyes are the portals to the soul…
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