It took me this long to read the original story -- I saw the headline when it was posted and I just couldn't bear to click on it to read the grim details until now. It's not as bad as I feared, it's so, so, so much worse!
I *almost* want to say that the dead babies are the ones that are lucky in this disaster. They short little lives were only filled with hunger, pain and negligence for a short time. But the living children. OMG! Those poor babies! From 13 down to 5 months, they're all just little innocents that should be living lives full of fun, games, family meals, bathtime....NOT either lying in their own filth, starving, or having to 'parent' 2 babies while still a child themselves, and living in such filth that it's amazing that no one died just from the disease that must have been present in that place.
Dear old dad is a fucking joke. Don't tell me he didn't figure out that those babies were his or that he didn't know about the dead animals or the knee deep stacks of shit or any of the rest of that horror. He fucking knew exactly what was going on in that house. Lock him the fuck up FOREVER and charge him every bit as much as that wacked out thing that gave birth to all of those little innocents.
Don't forget about Dani, the girl in the window.
http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/5505079
UGH! I hate this story!
I have a situation here, while not exactly a Dani, something VERY fucked up is going on and I don't know what to do. This is something that I've been worried about and working on for FOUR YEARS NOW!
New neighbors moved in across the street maybe 12 years ago. We knew they had a teen and a younger boy, we saw them come and go, once in a while cut the grass, etc. Imagine our surprise when, 4 years ago, a 6 six year old girl emerged from the house and began going to kindergarten at the same school my granddaughter attends. WHOA! What? Where did SHE come from? Now I didn't really know these parents, except to say hello, they really kept to themselves, but I couldn't help myself. The second week of school I walked over to the mom and said, "Hi! I see you have a little girl living with you now. Maybe we can arrange a playdate with my granddaughter one weekend." She said, "Oh, that's my youngest daughter. We are very protective, so I don't feel comfortable with her going out and playing in the neighborhood right now, maybe when she's a little older."
So okay, maybe she's just a little over-protective. It was VERY strange that NONE of the neighbors had ever seen this girl before (I asked them all!), or knew that she was born while they were living here. Never saw her go with them when they went grocery shopping, or to visit relatives, or any of the many, many times they went in and out of the house and I was out front, playing with and watching my granddaughter and her friends.
So now I began to pay attention very closely. For that entire first year I would see them take her to school, pick her up, but NEVER would we see her any other time. Then school let out and summer was in full swing. My granddaughter pointed her out to me that first time -- there was the little girl, Sue, in an upstairs window. My granddaughter waved to her and indicated for her to come join them in play. Sue disappeared for a minute, came back to the window crying, she wasn't allowed out.
This went on for several more weeks, until one day I went and knocked on the door and asked if Sue could come out to play. I explained that I'd be right there, and we could stay right in their front yard if that made them comfortable -- again, I got the 'over-protective' story. Nope, not even for 10 minutes.
So I went inside and called child welfare and expressed my concerns. They took a report. I saw a strange car at their house the next day. And nothing happened.
My granddaughter is now friends with Sue. But ONLY at school. They eat lunch together and play at recess. But when my g-daughter asks Sue to play after school Sue gets sad and says she's not allowed. She says her parents are mean, she says she doesn't have even one toy. My granddaughter gave Sue a doll at school, but Sue gave it back the next day. Sue said her mother said to return it. My granddaughter said it's a Christmas present. Sue said they are Muslim, they don't celebrate.
So now I call child welfare every couple of months. I've also called the police and the social worker at school. NOTHING is done. NOTHING. This child is now in 3rd grade and I don't believe she's ever played outside other than one week when her (now adult) sister came to visit and she brought her outside, OFTEN and told me that her parents objected, but that she did it anyway. She (the sister) said she has NO idea why her parents are so mean to Sue, but she lives in Italy now and there's not much she can do.
Sue always has on clean clothes, her hair is done neatly. But she's SO SO SO sad. She's at that damned window, crying, just about every time the kids are outside now. She told my g-daughter that her mother caught her at the window a couple times and punished her, so she has to be careful and asked us not to wave at her or anything so they don't know.
I'm sorry this has gotten so long and so off-topic, but does anyone have any other ideas?
I don't know what else to do? I now have a camera trained on their house, I'm hoping they do something, ANYTHING that gives me cause to call the police so they have a reason to enter that house and find out what's going on!