My mother promised to seek professional help.
As for me, I kept the blue notebook as a reminder of how long a harmful error can be passed from one generation to another when no one dares to speak.
My daughters are much better today.
They have played again, laugh and sleep peacefully.
Sometimes they come running to me to hug me.
And every time they say, “Mom, that’s enough,” I immediately release them.
Because now I know something with absolute certainty.
A child should never have to endure pain to prove his love. And when a child says “IT HURTS!” an adult’s responsibility is to listen to him, not teach him to keep quiet.