I wonder how it feels to be scared, genuinely scared for the first time in his life. Mommy and Daddy are far far away. You're locked in your idyllic little box…but you realize you have no one and you're marked. Covered in marks. You can't protect yourself. Will they beat you to death? Will they cut you? If you close your eyes and hold your breath can you just die? Imagine feeling that for the first time as a toddler, and then again and again and again only you live each time to endure more. Think about that.