Tonight I slip quietly into bed trying not to wake my sweet baby girl. I spray my sheets with lavender pillow mist. I snuggle up to six (yes six) semi-fluffy pillows and start to drift off to the sounds of a mountain river gently flowing (on CD of course).
Tonight she stands quietly staring at the ground while someone else makes unkind plans for her. She is forced to have sex with up to five men. Most of them don’t even speak her language. None of the know her name. She’ll be beaten and threatened if she even thinks of trying to leave.
Tonight I feel valued and secure.
Tonight she feels violated and afraid.
It’s not right.