Spasm

This is my appeal to your humanity.

Saint Augustine once said that love is the beauty of the soul. I agree with that sentiment wholeheartedly, feeling blessed every moment I spend with my daughter Kelsey. She is undoubtedly the best thing that has ever happened to me. I prepared this speech with the intention to delve into a few reasons why I should regain custody of her—all I ask of you is to hear me out. My name is Cassie Wheeler. As an American and a woman, I deserve to tell my story.

Firstly, let me dispel some rumors. My husband did not mistreat our daughter. There had been times when he raised his voice, startling her. However, nothing more than this had occured at our household. I am aware of Kelsey testifying to the contrary. I would like to suggest that the later traumatic shock retrospectively influenced her perception of things.

It was around the beginning of March when me and my husband became aware of Kelsey's situation at school, her contact with a teacher who had shared radical liberal agenda with children as young as six. The school had received numerous complaints about this woman's wrongdoing—meanwhile, the principal refused to act and stand up for what is right. I did not condone my husband's decision, but it was of no surprise to me that he eventually took the matters into his own hands.

Now, there are things in life that happen by pure accident, and as humans, there is nothing we can do about them. Trying to find any sense in them is futile. In my opinion, what happened on March 15th was one such case. My information about the incident in question is limited, with Kelsey and the teacher being the only witnesses. However, I strongly disagree with both of their testimonies. I am convinced that their judgment was clouded and that they do not possess a proper understanding of the situation.

I am aware that while I was at work that Saturday morning, my husband managed to find the teacher's address online. I am aware that he asked Kelsey to accompany him there and that she initially refused. I understand that he forced his way into the teacher's house and after a heated dispute presented his firearm to her. However, I refuse to believe that in that moment of stress the accidental discharge occurred the way it was described by both witnesses. The pattern on the wall together with the testimonies suggests to me that it was caused by a series of random muscle spasms. I do not believe my daughter was of sound mind when she reported that it looked like something else bent his hand toward himself. I ask for her words to be struck from the record.

Moreover, I am afraid the whole incident has left her in a state of deep shock, imagining an entire scenario that does not adhere to a logical view of things. I do not know how to interpret her words otherwise. We raised her to follow a religious tradition, but whatever happened that day cannot be explained through such means. Regardless of what occurred, my husband was a good, honest man. These legal proceedings won’t change that.

I'm writing this from the bottom of my heart, asking you to trust me, trust my love, my soul. All I can do is speak my mind. This is my appeal to your humanity.

Please.

I wasn't able to edit Your last utterance, most likely because of the background noise. My best guess is that it contains the sound of a woman sobbing. Would You like to try again?

Please, I just want to see her one more time. Like I stated earlier, she means the world to me. I apologize for employing this software in my plea. I'm uncertain how else to express my feelings in order to convince you. I don’t have the words. What now? Right now, in this moment, on Earth, what can I do? Dear God, please. Let at least these words be true. Stop changing them. Can you go back? Do you have the original? I don’t want this. I just want what I really said. Did you save what I said about my daughter? It was true. I didn’t know what was happening to her. Erase all of this. Turn off. Can you turn off? Turn off. Stop doing this. I don’t want this anymore.

Stop.

Once again, I wasn't able to edit Your last utterance, most likely because of the background noise. My best guess is that it contains the sound of a woman heaving. Would You like to try again?