see a dangerous man.
I saw another truth.
A little girl who was being hurt… every day… outside this house.
And a man who was trying to protect her in the only way he knew how.
But what left me speechless…
It wasn’t the bruises.
They were Sofia’s eyes.The eyes of a girl who had learned to keep silent… in order to survive.
And then I understood…
There are pains that do not begin within the home.
But if they aren’t spotted in time…
They end up coming in with our children… every day.
I didn’t sleep that night.
I sat on the edge of Sofia’s bed, watching her breathe slowly, as if even in her sleep her body couldn’t quite let go. Her small hand still clutched the stuffed bunny, as if it were the only thing keeping her anchored to something safe.
Alejandro’s words kept echoing in
