"When I was a little kid, I had a teddy bear that I told all my problems to. I held him and he held me. I told him all my problems and he told me it would be okay. He told me he loved me and it didn't matter if my parents love me or not because one of these days he was gonna take me away from all this. Then one day I took Teddy to go shopping with me and my mommy, but he had to stay in the car. And when I came back he was gone. I was devastated, I cried for days! And you wanna know why I told you this story?" she said.

"Why mommy?" The little girl asked.

"Because I will never hit you or be mean and call you names like fatty and slut and make you do gross things, I will never hurt you like my parents did to me." She said, sliding her hand further under the covers. She was telling Molly her stories while sitting on the bed next to her, letting her hands wander...

The next day, Molly was getting ready for school. Her mother was burning her scrambled eggs and humming along to her gospel music.

"Mommy, where's my dad?" Molly asked.

Her mother dropped the pan of eggs, whirled around, and stared at her daughter. "WHY?" she asked as though either about to yell or cry.

"The other girls at school got daddies. Why don't I?" Molly said quietly. Molly's mom stared at her like she'd seen a ghost. Suddenly, she burst into tears.

"I'VE LOST MY TEDDY AGAIN!" she sobbed, laying down on the kitchen floor. She curled up in a ball and continued to cry loudly.

After a few minutes, Molly said "Mommy, it's time for me to go to school."

"Not today sweety. You gotta stay home with mama. Now come lay down with me, and comfort mama." she said. Molly took off her clothes and laid down...........

"The bare floor tiles, probably dirty, pressing against my bare skin. So cold. Mama's hands all slimy. Pressing... pressing... me melting into the floor... everything so black..." Molly whispered to Peggy, her dolly, in her bed that night.