This is a story that everyone should read. It is the story of Ivan, a child with a big heart. But not just him, but millions of children in the world who like him, are living a nightmare day to day.
Although we do not know if this is a real story, it is very important that you do not forget never.
“My name is Ivan and I am 7 years old. I love my dad and my mom, but also I have a lot of fear. I often stick and I don’t know why.
This morning I woke up and went to school. I am a good student and I really like my professor. I also really like my classmates, but I don’t have friends. That’s why I usually stay in the classroom during breaks. Nobody wants to play with me. I’ve tried to become friends with the other children, but they reject me and tell me that I am disgusting.
They laugh at me because I wear the same jeans worn the same shirt and the same shoes broken every day.
One day, after school I stole a jacket that had long hung and seemed to have no owner. I went home in the middle of a snow storm. Shaking with cold and I had a hard time walking from how strong the wind was. Suddenly, someone pushed me, I fell in the snow and I pressed the face against her. I was then told:
“People will not like you. Idiot!”
I got kicked in the back and in the stomach. Then, went running and I was left lying in the snow.
I cried. Not because I had a cold or was injured, crying about not having friends, despite the fact that I fell good all over the world.
As soon as I got home, my mother came running over and grabbed me by the hair.
“Where have you been? Why are you wet and dirty? Go to your room without dinner.”
I did what my mother told me. I went to my room and I did not go out until the next day, despite the fact that it was ice cream and I was very hungry.
My notes went from bad to worse and, every time I reported to my father, beat me. Once it hit me so strong that I could not move my index finger. In fact I have never been able to move it back and the children laugh at me for it.
Time passed and one day I woke up with a lot of pain in the chest.
Mom and dad didn’t care that he was hurt. At night I lay in my bed and only wanted one thing. I wish I don’t hurt anymore, not wanting to disturb dad and mom. I love them so much, really.
The next day at school we had to draw our dream. The other children painted cars, rockets and dolls. I don’t.
Not because I don’t like those things, but because what I wanted most was a mother and a father affectionate. That’s why I painted a family. A father, a mother and her child. All playing and happy. While I painted, I cried in silence. I would like to have a father and a mother that I want to.
When it was my turn to teach my drawing class, all laughed at me. I stood in front of my peers and explained:
“My biggest dream is to be a family. The laughter became stronger. I started to cry and I said to them:
“Please, I do not riáis me, ” this is my biggest dream! You can spank me, I can hate, but please, I do not riáis of my.
I want a few parents that I embrace and laugh with me, to pick me up from school and they are happy to see me. I know that I am ugly and weak, I know that I have a finger crooked, but please don’t I riáis of me.”
The professor tried to wipe the tears. Some classmates saw me, others followed, laughing at me.
When I got the following note from a test, I saw that it was bad again. My mother was angry.
Grabbed Me and threw me to the ground, I hit him with a chair.
He gave Me two times in the head. I could not get up. I really hurt her. But mom left me on the floor.
When he returned, he told me to clean up the mess, but when dad arrived home I would. I begged her not to say anything, but when I lifted the head was already there. When mom told him about my exam, my father lifted me up from the floor and hit me in the face.
After that I already do not remember anything. I woke up in the hospital. I could not move any of the fingers. I looked out the window and I cried.
Outside, I saw parents playing with their children, throwing balls together and embracing each other.
Do you know why I cried?
I don’t know how it feels to hug my mother. My parents always have me glued, but I wish you the same. I have always done everything possible, I’ve been good at school, but even so, I always stick to.
One day I dropped a bit of tea, and I went back to paste.
I suddenly began to hurt in the chest again. I told my mother but she didn’t care. After a while, I had to go to the hospital and no one came to see me.
The doctor told me that probably mom and dad would come the next day, but they did not. I waited and waited, but nobody came. I want my parents anyway.
Two days later, Ivan died because of his wounds. In his hand, the doctors found a letter.
“Dear mom and dad, I am terrified because I am ugly, nasty and stupid. Sorry, I know that you can not want me.
I never wanted to molestaros. All I wanted was to get a hug from mom and to hear the words ‘I love you’. Or that dad wanted to play with me, I take the hand for a walk or I sing.
I know that I am an embarrassment to you. I will never be as you want.”
Then, the small heart of Ivan stopped.
This article was originally written in Russian. We’re not sure if the story is real, but that is the least of it.
All children have the right to be loved. Child abuse is something that happens every second, every minute, every hour, every day. In all countries, in all cities, in all the schools.
Children deserve a safe home without violence. Children need affection, tenderness and love. The value of a hug is immeasurable.