When giving the world in the hands of a child, he has no idea about the difficulties that he is going to face. A child cannot predict when facing difficulties. The saddest thing is that all the pain comes at once, being crushed while laughing. We are sad but we don’t know why. Our little body is affected by the fact that we are affected by its consequences when we are not the cause.
A child should never have to put his drunk father to bed. A child should never fight to keep someone alive, himself included. Do not alienate someone who has just gotten used to the world. Let him see the beauties. Let him see what we can no longer see.
Do not put your own burdens on the child from the moment he is born. His eyes haven’t opened yet, he’s still confused. If you charge him now, he’ll then come back to you with double hate. There is no need for that child to go through what you went through. The child doesn’t need to hear what you’re going through. Don’t make them wish to be invisible or just disappear.
They were your troubles, let the child discover his own happiness before the problems. Because now that his soul dies as soon as he is born
while listening to you and witnessing your actions. He shouldn’t have to run to the first corner he finds. Nor should he make an effort to cry silently.
Know that there are butterflies in it. These butterflies symbolize death. They just float within us. What a delicate animal isn’t it, a butterfly? This is not so, unfortunately. These are the offspring of death. We feed their souls within our own. Some have learned to live with them, and others are afraid of them. Please end this torment so that your child will not learn the difference between these two; if he is lucky, he should not even know about this butterfly.
It hurts because of this butterfly. It runs through your veins. It runs on our fine-veined wrist so that with a single movement it can be set free so that we will die while it lives. Remember that you are the cause. How could that naive-hearted child know all this? It learns as it grows with you because it dies with you. A child should not think of jumping out the window from which he watches the sunrise. A child should not cry in the evening while smiling in the morning.
Yes, I blame you, sir, I also blame you, ma’am, and yes, I am very disgusted to call you that. Killing that boy’s soul is worse than killing him. Your hands are not just bloody. But isn’t that worse? This makes his life miserable. A person whose soul is dead cannot live.
Please do not kill anyone else with your own dead soul. The same was done to you, you know that feeling, but just like you, that little one is not guilty. The harder the death of another is for a child, the easier his own death.
Do not misunderstand what I wrote, I say, child, I do not specify age. His spirit may have died at the age of nine, or at the age of twelve. Maybe yours died in a different time period, I don’t know. I’m just talking about those souls who died because of someone else.
There are parents who are aware of this and those that aren’t. My hatred for those who are aware but do nothing cannot be drawn in letters. I have nothing to say to those who try to fix it, except if you didn’t do it in the first place. I just don’t like them either. It was a bit of a dislike to dislike, but whatever. Some hate their children. Why? Just stop and look at him, what does he know? Think for a second. You can’t take your pain out of it. He’s not the real culprit.
Never forget that there is a child at home. Do not make it necessary to carry you or to delete you from places. Because now that those butterflies hurt us so much. That child does not need to be deprived of his feelings, let him live, and do not numb him either.
Don’t take away the things she loves. Leave something to hold on to. Believe me, in times that will come to you the way you treat him, if he lives, he will give back. Then don’t question the reason for this feedback, I’ll tell you; It’s because you didn’t even look in the mirror once when you killed him.
A child has a heart that would give anything to laugh with you rather than be crushed under you, but you cruel people do not listen to his cries. For once in your life, be quiet and listen to her cries. What does it say to you? Does it say live or die?
After a while, all of that goes away. The child gives up hope on you. He never wants to see you. That’s when you will realize that there is someone who doesn’t lift you up when you fall. This time he will be the one to plug his ears, this time he will not listen to you.
You will see the consequences of your mistake forever, but you can prevent their severity. This is not true for everyone, some will do it. If you still feel like you have a chance, smile at him for once. Maybe that’s how a butterfly dies and the child lives. Maybe that kid