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Shvoong Home>Books>Biographies>Le cri de mes larmes (My tears cry out) Review

Le cri de mes larmes (My tears cry out)

Book Review   by:Debra Fahim     Original Author: Josee N: Gauthier (Debra Fahim)
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This abstract was translated from Le cri de mes larmes
 
Tormented and afraid the blond, curly haired little girl hid under the table. Her life was full of anxiety and fear because her father abused her time and time again.
Crouched under the table, sobbing her heart out, her heart beating wildly, she tried to tell herself that perhaps he would quit hurting her. But, her wish never came true...
One night at bedtime she was talkint with her little sister, like anychild would, when suddenly the bedroom door opened. The shadow of a man, well built and angry loomed in the doorway. He had heard them talking. He pulled his belt from his jeans and without warning started hitting her. He struck this little delicate girl again and again; each time harder than the last.
No, No! Stop Daddy, stop! said the little girl without crying a tear. If she cried, he would hit her even more. But as soon as he left the bedroom, she cried softly; her tears started flowing down her small face and she wished she could sleep forever, even though she was only 10 years old.
At school she hardly had any friends. It's true that she was a bit shy, but even more than that, she was forbidden to have friends. Her father didn't want her to have any. So she kept to herself, alone in a corner of the courtyard, where she didn't dare to speak to anyone.
Each day when she returned from school, she had to do errands for her parents: It was always the same. During supper she always had to sit beside her father at the table because he liked to hit her for no reason and without saying anything. He found it amusing, but she did not. While taking a bite of her meal, she would often get a good clack on her face. Her father would laugh, but she, with a full mouth, couldn't say anything, not one single word, but her hands would tremble violently.
Between the ages of 2 and 15 years her father mistreated her in all kinds of ways, both physically and psychologically. He treated her like one treats an animal. He insulted her with all kinds of vulgarities that aren't fit to be used for children that one loves and cherishes.
But later, she learned why he treated her so. He was her stepfather, not her biological father.
Ah -- try and understand that one!
Published: January 11, 2006   
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