A child crying in the dark night….scared beyond all imagination…too scared to tell. As time goes the crying stops….the terror becomes a part of daily life… Bad things happen….it’s ok….life must go on….and memories go to sleep….
Happiness, laughter of a child, but then the hiding angel speaks up…. ” You are stronger now…you can deal with all these terrifying torture from out past….. Listen to the voices…they have stored your suffering…..they suffered for you….
They are your hiding angels
