“My name is Priscila,” the letter begins. “And I am nine years old. I have suffered a lot. I thought being with my mother that everything would be different, but no ... “From the time I returned to her, she would spank me and scold me, because I don’t know when to go to the bathroom. Since the abuse, I have no feeling. My maternal grandmother hates me. I think everyone wants to do me harm.” Priscila was among the forgotten children of northern Me…