She threw it against the wall… the glass shattered into many pieces

He threw it on the floor… the plate …, it broke into a thousand pieces…

She swept the floor to clean up the mess…

Sweep… sweep…

Collecting the debris into the dust pan…

He was satisfied with her attempt to clean up the mess… She was pleased… this moment could be forgotten…

The floor appeared clean…

So tiny she was.. a child… age of young… 2 years of sunshine and smiles…

Crawling around on her hands and knees… playing with her toys.. she was cut…

A minuscule grain of glass…

Blood trickled from her hand down her small arm… pooling on the floor…

tears rivered down her cheeks..

Silence flowed thru her lungs…

Pain …

Her cry … passed down thru generations …

Cut by glass…broken by her parents…

For the scar on her hand was forever…

The sins of the parents…