Sometimes when you comprehend a tragedy conclusively, the damage to the victims has ground into their souls.

I don't consider myself to a role of justice but as a person who doesn't have power and wealth, I feel compassionate to people, especially weak and undefended kids, sensitively and subjectively.

Maybe I see myself as that child, and as a grown-up, I finally have the right to voice out the violence. It's a hidden resentment that not only did I defend a suffering kid, but I also released my dark side from the past.

When one scar appears upon the first whipping, I cannot forgive myself for not stopping the second one.