Lord I am asking for redemption for my spiritual adopted family. I have given them names of people you know, and attached my own. Abe- lea is one of your youngest angels, taken away from us through violence. bestowed on her by her brother Kane I. She was only thirteen weeks old. left alone in a car in a place where the seasonal weather temperature is ninety degrees. Left with her brother Kane I six years old, whom have shown tendencies of misalignment in the past. Left unprotected and un supervised by their unfit mother Jezebel- a, the. The ultimate tragedy occurred, when Kane- I unleashed a fierce beating on the thirteen weeks old baby girl, extinguishing the light of her pristine young soul. Free of sins free of hate a perfect specimen of your creation. that’s why I am designating my little Angel to be Abe-lea , protector and guardian of infant’s souls. This tragedy shines a blinding light on the need for early detection and intervention. It also magnifies the necessities of good parenting. Not every woman who gives birth possesses the quality of a good mother. A great mother stands alone in a crowd. My mother was such never separating the spiritual umbilical cord at birth, linking her soul to mine for life. She knew when I hurt, weather in the room around the corner or around the world. Parents can be the best and the worst influence on kids. A bad family surroundings stays with a young mind forever. The Walton’s family circle is ideal for development, parents having a disagreement should discuss it in a civilized manner, preferably away from the kids. When there is constant fighting among parents, kids go out of their way to be inquisitive. They eavesdrop, they hang on to every words, every tone , every emotion. Those encounters are imbedded in their brains. One day I was in a friend’s basement helping do some work what I overheard , coming from a four year old and a six year old, overwhelmed me with shame. those babies were cursing at each other, like two vulgar adults on a corner in hells kitchen. I alerted my friend I told him what I overheard , he denied it saying not his kids. I pried the door wider so he could hear for himself. He was blown away as I was. wandering where they got this vulgar behavior from. I immediately from where, he and his wife have in the past embarrassed me into leaving their home, because of fierce arguments among themselves. So why is it impossible for the kids to be upstairs in their bedrooms with the door opened, learning how to be verbally abusive to each other. Taking their parent’s baggage with them through the rest of their lives, and beyond to the next generation. Bottom line one set of bad parents, is all it takes to create generations of maladjusted people. Seven years later the girl now eleven slammed the truck’s door on his fingers. I told him she did it on purpose for the years of abuse to her mother, verbal, mental and physical, he denied. Years later they divorced. M y observation, it is better to have a broken home than a dysfunctional one.