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The main characters of this story have all passed, the last of them buried today.

Their lives, the stories and the lessons learnt over lifetimes will soon be forgotten as a new generation takes their place.

The sun goes down as night sets in. A man and a woman sit together consuming wine and strong spirits.

The evening progresses and as drunkenness assumes control a few reefers are shared, followed by higher impact illicit and prescription drugs.

The talking and laughing all but ceases. The sounds of the silence herald in a new fear. A frighteningly real fear. One that is borne by the innocence of a child. The young girl who lies awake in her bed, unable to sleep. Waiting, her heart thumping, she is terrified.

She hopes, she prays that the footsteps will pass her door.

"Don't worry," she tells her baby as she hugs her precious tattered doll even closer to her chest, her only friend, the only one she tells all her secrets to. "I promise that mommy will take good care of you."

The bedroom door slowly opens and the young girl starts to quietly weep.

She knows.