She continued to tell her story, in a whisper. Tears flowed freely over her cheeks and her chin, and she wiped them away with her sleeve. “I just wanted to help and be kind, but it was always misunderstood and wrong. I asked God for help too, but he never came.” She paused... “Instead I was sent away to get help, but I did not receive help. It was rather abuse of a child, I know that.