My stepmom busted me with my toys… again. She always had a bad attitude to this stuff and this time was a straw that broke the camel’s back. She took the scissors and promised end it here and now.
Not sure what it was like… A terrible act of cruelty under a mask of some kind of twisted help. She looked into my eyes saying «don’t be afraid», «it’s okay» while she was destroying my favorite toys in front of me. I was rooted to spot unable to say anything… and even when she put the scissors in my hand to pierce my most beloved Balloon Dog I had no will to object.