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She sat in the corner, quiet as a mouse. I watched her from the door as she looked out into the room. Her eyes darted back and forth to maintain control of her situation. I hated to tell her that though she watched and waited, being backed into a corner she could never defend herself.<\/div>\n
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I couldn\u2019t help but feel her fear. Those small eyes pierced my soul. My heart broke for her. She sat backed into that corner, her hair tussled and her clothes wrinkled and dirty. I wonder how long she had been wearing them. I noticed the bruise\u00a0on\u00a0her right eye. I did not doubt about from where it came. The bruise made me wonder what other wounds she had suffered during her young life.<\/div>\n
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<\/div>\n\"\"I stepped into the room and slowly approached her. The closer I got the more I could see her\u00a0at\u00a0her young age of four. She stiffened as I approached her. I slowed my pace even\u00a0more but continued to move forward never taking my eyes off her small body. I stopped in front of her and kneeled\u00a0on\u00a0the floor. I didn\u2019t want it to appear that I was overpowering her. I wanted her to see me as a friend, not another threat.\n\n<\/div>\n
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This story is\u00a0fictitious. However, there are hundreds, no thousands out there like this child that is real. These children are the victims of adults, even parents that have lost sight of the fragile state of these children. The only hope for them besides the resilience that hides behind the fear is the CASA that will be their voice.<\/div>\n
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I am sure you have heard the statement \u201cwe are in an opioid crisis.\u201d This crisis is affecting the children of the addicts at an\u00a0ever-increasing\u00a0rate. These children\u00a0are going\u00a0through the court system, some without an adult to support them and be their voice.\u00a0\u00a0CASA of New Hampshire is looking for good people to be advocates for these children.\u00a0Every day\u00a0people are stepping up to this challenge. However, it isn\u2019t enough.\u00a0CASA needs more good people to be the voice of the children in need.\u00a0If you would consider stepping up to this challenge, you will find a reward beyond words. The smile of a child who knows they are safe and loved is priceless.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
If you are interested in becoming a CASA or would just like more information, please\ncontact\u00a0CASA of New Hampshire<\/a> at (603)626-4600 or email speakup@casanh.org<\/a>.<\/div>\n
TheCASA of NH website address is\u00a0https:\/\/casanh.org\/<\/a><\/div>\n
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She sat in the corner, quiet as a mouse. I watched her from the door as she looked out into the room. Her eyes darted back and forth to maintain control of her situation. I hated to tell her that though she watched and waited, being backed into a corner she could never defend herself. … <\/p>\n

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