Michelle: She sat in the backseat of the car, her little six year old legs just dangled over the seat, not quite touching the dirty floorboards of the shiny 63 falcon her Dad drove home. They sat in silence, her eyes filled with tears and one rolled down her chubby, freckled cheek. She clutched the easter basket. She had been so excited for the hunt but now she was just confused.
Just yesterday morning at breakfast she had sat at the...