Bad a being baddaboo.

The concept of death is odd when you're a kid.

I don't think that there is a standard age across the board when kids realize that somebody is dead.

Like at what age can a child differentiate between an open casket funeral and then somebody's sleeping in a box in front of people?

Nine-year-old Mary, she knew right away.

Her older sister Ruth died of brain cancer and Mary is brought with her parents to see Ruth's

body in the casket.

That's when it starts happening.

She's watching as her parents take Ruth's body out of the casket, place her on the floor outside, and they start cutting.

Mary's dad is cutting into Ruth's body with a knife just again and again, and then he tells Mary to hold it.

So now she's holding this knife and they make nine-year-old Mary cut little cuts into

her older sister's beloved body and they slash her up everywhere until they finally place

Ruth back into the casket along with Mary. And before Ruth's funeral, nine-year-old Mary

is essayed by someone from the funeral home. This is Mary's life

being the child of ritualistic sex traffickers. And it's not the first time that Mary saw

someone die. The very first time Mary see someone die is when she's four years old. I'm not sure

if she knew what death was at that point, but she definitely did not think that they were asleep.

Mary's mom gives birth at home to Mary's little brother, a little baby boy, and weirdly, this is the only time that Mary's mom has given birth at home.

All of Mary's other siblings, including Mary herself, were all born in a hospital with a birth certificate.

But not Mary's little brother. He's born in the house after a year of hiding.

Mary sees him.

And then that little boy is very promptly taken away and they castrate him at home

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