HE WAS MY HERO

"I felt a stinging and burning as he whipped my thighs with the heavy, black leather belt he always carried. I opened my eyes in time to see him fling his arm behind his head to increase the force of the blow each time he hit me. Was I having a nightmare? This couldn't be real. It had to be a bad dream. He couldn't be doing this. Is that you, Dad? It's me, Isabel. Do you know you are hurting me?" - Isabel Cordova