Did you not notice the fear that crept into his eyes when he caught sight of her?
Did you not notice the purple mark on his leg she passed off as a fall?
Did you not notice the slur in his speech anytime she drew near?
Did you not notice how quickly the twinkle in his eyes dulled when she approached?
Did you not notice his undue silence when she looked at him?
Did you not notice his perpetual pout even when being fed his favourite meal?
Did you not notice your child was unhappy, mother?
Did you not notice the difference between the 18 month old son you nurtured personally and the 24 month old boy that you kept in the arms of another, a stranger?
Did you not notice there had been a switch and your child wasn’t your child anymore?
Did you not notice a light in him die everytime you left him alone with her?
Did you not notice his silent sniffles when you wore your shoes to head out?
Did you not notice his hugs were too tight, and that they were borne of fear?
Did you not notice the horn beside your maid’s unpierced ears, rising from her tough, dark natural hair?
Did you not see her pointy tail protruding from her old, mid-tibia-length pleeted skirt?
Did you not notice her fork she held with the arm she wasn’t using to carry your child?
Did you not smell your child’s fright, mother?
When we talk about domeustic abuse we seem to forget the most silent yet deadliest of them all, the one done unto the child.