I never imagined it would be like this. When I was little a young naïve boy who played with cars and trucks like there wasn't enough time left in the world I never thought it would turn out like this. I drew pictures of our family at school with me, Mum and Dad and a little baby that was you. No one thought that the same small boy who drew such a sweet picture would be the same boy not much older, only twelve would have blood on his hands or the same little baby looking out of her bundle smiling ear to ear would be you; a quiet girl of seven who had been a selective mute for three years. No one knew why you stopped talking and if anyone