Comments about Shannon Monroe
Once I was a little girl wondering about the world, about life and what was in store for me when I was to go to my friend’s house.
But not ling after I turned five, all that changed. I had to leave my childhood behind and grow up. Dying, dying, dying.
I had to become stronger more reliable on myself and nobody to put me down. Dying, dying, dying.
Now that I am a teenager, I look back on my childhood, and see a parentless child, hurting and calling for help. But no one can help her and