I told her. I told her what she deserves and I told her what she will get for what she did to my children and she hung up on me, the bitch hung up on me after what she did she had the nerve to hang up on me she should have listened why doesn't she hate herself as much as I do she said she loved them if she loved them then she hate herself for what she did to them.
Sometimes I hear my children whispering to me. They're crying and I sing to them hush little baby don't say a word but they keep crying and I know that they won't stop crying until everyone responsible for hurting them has aid. Its funny though. The only time I hear them crying is when I dream about a man with no face. Just like their pictures.