"""A child unaware"""     K.T. Chris

   A child is asleep. Only two years of age. He wakes up and gets out of bed, still holding his baby bottle. Sleepy and fuzzy, he walks out of the room. He hears muffing noises, and follows the sound. He's outside a sliding door. Not much effort for him to open it. As he's sliding the door open, the muffing noises clear. Two people are in this room. Who are they? The child doesn't recognize either. He just stands there looking at them. The two people are fighting. The child doesn't know what fighting is. Only stares at them with no thought or care. The shouting doesn't stop. One person was crying, against the wall. The other was shouting, while holding and pointing something. The child just stands there watching. The baby bottle is still in his hand.

A tiny crackling glass noise that no one hears.

"""A child in tears"""     K.T. Chris

   The child is playing with his toys. Three years old. Someone walks out the door. The child notices and follows outside. A car is leaving. The child starts running after the car, crying hysterically. 

      "Papaaaaaaaaaa, Papaaaaaaaaaa" cries out                K.T. Chris

The car stops. That person gets out of the car, runs and grabs the child. Someone else comes out of the house. Approaches, takes and hugs the child. The child hugs back still crying to no end.                        

      "Mamaaaaaaaaaa, Mamaaaaaaaaaa" cries out                K.T. Chris

The car leaves. There's someone else outside staring at them. No one noticed cause they were focused on the child. The one hugging the child turns around and sees the one watching them. The shouting begins. The child is scared and doesn't stop crying. "That" person again. Shouts frantically while pointing. Starts charging towards them. The one holding the child stands firmly and shouts back. There's silence for a few seconds. That person leaves.

Another tiny crackling glass noise that no one hears.

"""A child at fault"""     K.T. Chris

   The child is amongst others. Four years old. Children around shouting. Scared of the surroundings and the new faces, not sure what to do, the child just stands there and waits. Someone speaks

      "ok kids, sit to your chairs now" shouts                                     K.T. Chris

That was a strong voice. That was a command, not a request. All the children started taking their seats, and the child followed. They were given a slice of cake each, wrapped in a napkin. 

      "don't drop anything on the floor" shouts firmly                              K.T. Chris

Another command. The child does not understand. With tiny hands and fingers, there's no control. Some cramps fell on the floor.

      "WHAT DID I JUST SAY?" screams                                                K.T. Chris

The child freezes. Something bit him on his left cheek. This is a first for him. First time someone hits him. A warm feeling inside has risen. No thoughts. The child can not comprehend. The tears start running and the crying bursts. Sad, scared, overwhelmed and confused. The child loses control of his body. The cake leaves the child's hands, and drops on the floor. 

      "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" screams                                          K.T. Chris

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The one shouting grabs the child, drags and pushes him against the wall.

      "ARE YOU STUPID? STAND THERE AND DON'T MOVE." screams                             K.T. Chris

The child can only cry hysterically. But he doesn't move. What happened and why. The child doesn't know.

A tiny crackling glass noise that no one hears.

"""A child's past"""     K.T. Chris

   In a broken world. In a broken society. In a broken family. Inside a broken person. A baby that isn't the result of love. This is an arranged marriage after all. The mother and father already have three kids. The father is an army man. They moved from base to base, country to country, every couple of years. Having one child every time they moved. Until they settled. All three were made with somewhat of a consent. But the fourth.

   The mother was at work that day. Finished her shift late in the evening. Came home exhausted. The three kids were with their grandparents. Too tired to do anything, she went straight to bed. Fell asleep immediately. The man of the hour came home after. He's not a drunk, just a piece of shit that's never home. Doesn’t care where anyone is. He walks in the bedroom. He sees his wife sleeping. What is he thinking? The mother is dead in bed. Can't even move. Too exhausted. Raped in her sleep.

   She woke up in the middle of the night. Confused. It didn't take long for her to realise. She got up. Took a shower. Changed the bed sheets. Went back to sleep. She will never speak about it. He was not home. Probably out with his buddy. Feeling great about himself.

   Nine months went by fast. On a Saturday evening, the child joined hell. The torture began from before he was even born, but he does not know that. Not yet at least. Two months have gone by. The mother kept quite so long. After all the fights, the shouting and the threats, she had enough. One day when he was not home, she takes the kids and leaves. She didn't call anyone. She walked, with the new-born in her arms and the kids beside her, all the way to her mom's home. A long back and forward conversation ensued. They decided to let them stay with them as it was safer. Only after three days the father decided to appear. Took him long enough to notice that his wife and kids were missing. He pleaded for them to come back. After that didn't work, threats followed that he would get the social services involved. He was shut down by the mothers parents. The grandfather attacked him, and he fled with his tail between his legs. A dog that barks. The grandparents' house was too small and a solution was needed fast. If the social services indeed get involved, the current living situation is not in their favour. After a week, a home was provided by the local council to house them. That would've made things better, but the mother was too broken. Didn't take long for her to show sings. She started talking by herself. She wasn't paying attention to her kids. Spent hours staring at a picture of Jesus. She started talking with god.

   The grandparents were the ones looking after the kids for the most part. The new-born was looked after by the mother's sister. The grandmother had to keep visiting the mother to breastfeed the new-born. Day by day the mother will sink. She was hanging by a threat. But the threat broke. The police visited the grandparents late in the evening. The mother was out in the streets running naked. They had to take her to the hospital. There she will be kept sedated. After a few days, she was transported to a psychiatric ward.

   After the incident the social services visited. The two oldest were sent to a children's home in another city. The third was mentally disabled and was sent to a school for kids with special needs in a different city. The new-born was to stay with the grandparents.