I imagined it before I saw it. To imagine her is to offer me her pain, to despair with her helplessness. How to imagine a ten-year-old girl who was raped? Sadly, she was exactly her. A little black girl with sandals on her feet and a flowery dress. I saw her from behind, a green stuffed toad in her arms making the scene even more disconcerting. It was the real thing in the form of a sentence: a poor, black girl, a victim of child sexual abuse, waiting for a medical savior. In her city, São Mateus in Espírito Santo, doctors refused to comply with the law. I don't know what ...
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