Following is a writing of a 10 year old little girl who lost her daddy because he was taught in TWI that health problems were weakness and lack of belief in God. He's been dead since she was 2; a daddy she never got to know.
"I walk in the dark hallway and I can't help but think of sadness and anger. I'm all alone and start to cry and scream. I try to think of who I love but it seems too hard. So many emotions flying. I can't stop screaming and I'm really confused! Then everything is still and I think of everyone I've lost. Three main people, my father, uncles, aunts and grandmother. It feels like you can't find light or maybe even air. I run to a door and when I open it there's light and beauty. I'm surprised because I feel so sad, because I'm still alone. Then I hear a voice but I don't know who. It tells me that I'm actaully not alone and I ask how. Them my mother appears and I get a big hug. I'm never really alone even when I'm by myself"