My name is Jessie. I am eight years old. I am never touched. No pats on the head. No hand to hold when I cross the street. No hug when I am sick. One day, I broke a boy's nose when he tried to touch me. Another time, my eyes leaked water when I watched a mother hold her little girl. I was here too, but nobody saw. This is my story. Are you ready?
DISCLAIMER: This story contains passages of child abuse that some readers may find disturbing.
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