Forgotten Girl Dear Forgotten Girl, I see you. I've always seen you. I saw the many times you were overlooked and felt forgotten. I was there when you were always the last picked for the team. I saw the hurt in your eyes when friends would pass you by to hang out with the other "cool kids". You never fit it, because of your last name, because the color of your skin wasn't the same as the others in your class, because you were the quiet one. You were restless and longing for more...even at a young age. You tried your hardest to make friends, but so often, it didn't happen. You were different, not like the others. I witnessed your best friend's dad abusing you at the age of 7. I felt your confusion and your pain, not quite sure of what just happened. You were too scared to tell your parents. How would you even tell them something you didn't understand yourself? Would they believe you anyway...you ...