She lay there helplessly and hopelessly, clutching her stuffed animal bunny. She was full of fear, pain and disgust. She couldn't do anything but cry, cry it all out. Her trembling hands reached towards her under-garments that were lying at the corner of the bed and her feet slowly reaching the ground. On the opposite end of the bed, the man; the bad, evil, scary man stood up and put his pants and business buttoned-collar shirt on. He turned and looked at the little eleven years old girl in displeasure and tossed twenty single dollar bills at her. He gave her the look of "you better not say anything" and walked out the door. The little girl, feeling dreadful, sobbed quietly to herself. She unsteadily and slowly put on the rest of her clothes and fell to her knees at the end of the bed. She closed her eyes and thought of what just happened.

It was only 30 minutes ago that she was coming home from school. It was only 30 minutes ago that she was struggling trying to get out of the arms of the wicked middle-aged man. It was only in that 30 minutes that she was being hold down and harassed. It was only in those 30 minutes that the evil man has slapped her and told her to "shut up and be quiet." It was only in that 30 minutes that he was able to take off her clothes. It was only 30 minutes ago that she had become a victim of sex-trafficking. "It was only 30 minutes ago ", she sobbed.

She then closed her eyes and tried to redeem herself. Afraid, alone, and petrified, she cried out louder and louder and louder until she couldn't cry any louder anymore. She thought of all the wonderful things that she has done in the little time span of eleven years in her life. She thought of her mommy and her daddy and family trips to the park. She thought of her friends and their monthly sleep-overs. She thought of her grandma and their fun Saturday afternoon's baking cookies. She thought of her grandpa and the and funny, impractical stories that he tells her. Then she thought of her birthday, her fifth birthday.

She remembered being the main attraction of the joyful event, sitting in front of a circular white-frosted cake, decorated with pretty pink roses and bunnies. She remembered her mommy sitting next to her lighting up the very last candle on the cake with an immense smile. She remembered all of her friends and family gathering around her, laughing, smiling and clapping to the wonderful "happy birthday" song that was being sung to her. She remembered her daddy handing her a birthday gift while holding a camera, recording her blissful expression. She opened the gift; there lay a blue and pink stuffed animal bunny. She then remembered her father said cheerfully, "Make a wish. Make a wish, hunnie!"

Annie, the eleven years old girl closed her eyes, clutched her blue and pink bunny tightly to her chest and made a wish. She wished "back to innocence.