I am sitting here in the dark and the screen of this little phone is a white sun burning my retinas but I can't look away because someone is saying such cruel things about a girl who doesn't even know I exist and it feels like they are scraping a dull knife against my own ribs and I am seventy-six years old and my knuckles are swollen like knots in an old oak tree from forty years on the assembly line but right now I am typing with the speed of a hummingbird because I have to make them understand that she is pure and she is trying her best and every insult they throw at her is a stone hitting my own window...