How. On. Earth. Could. This. Happen.
That precious girl. That poor family. This sick, screwed up world.
I can't stand it in my heart to hear my little one in pain, or uncomfortable. It hurts my soul to think about what that beautiful girl went through at the hands of her own mother.
I can see that there were so many lies and twists in the case of Caylee Anthony's murder, but HOW DID THAT WOMAN WALK FREE?
I don't understand it! I know that there is no way I could've been a juror, because my mind was made up from the get-go. Watching the portrayal of that woman-who-I-will-not-even-name-because-she-doesn't-deserve-it makes me sick. I worry for the ten minutes I go to the store and leave my munchkin with my husband, and that is not because he can't take care of her just as well as I can, but simply because that is the job of a mother. To worry. How did this woman hurt her baby? How did she keep a straight face throughout the trial? How. How. How. How.
It makes me want to rip out my hair. I would save every baby that is in harms way in this world. No innocent baby deserves to be hurt when they've done nothing in their lives to even remotely deserve it. So sick. I'll never get it. I don't think anyone ever will. I can only rest at ease knowing that little girl is in heaven where no one can hurt her, that every little baby whose life ends too soon is now safe, and away from the terrible people who hurt them.
I'll hold my baby extra close every night, just because I know there are so many babies out there who could never be held enough.
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