I approach the writing of this story on tiptoes, and if I were a ballerina, I would step lighter still. But life is not like that. We must push ahead to forge those two steps forward and accept the one step back.

This is not a story for the tender of heart, nor is it for those who can't handle blood.

It is a story of what was and, sadly, is still trying to be. But, my purpose in writing it down is so that it will prevent it from being a story of what will always be.

A tale of three young, anonymous girls-sisters who were amoung the masses of children who slipped under the radar again and again. 

It's a story of survival and of three who grew up and one who lives to tell it all.

 

"I listened to the loud silence crash all around enveloping the great and huge relief within me. I'm pouring shudders out in gratitude that I do not have to go back there"

 

 

Step lightly onto the scathing, dark road of pain and head with me foward into cleansing light....