I remember going to the screening of this film . . . how hard I tried not to cry at this part of the story when Nancy was taken to visit the place where her father was burried and she broke down & began to cry. I just lost it & my throat ached as I faught back my tears of sorrow for her. I thought my life was bad growing up poor black & abused, but after watching reading and understanding about these children's live's, I felt ashamed for feeling I should complain. Thanks for posting.
I remember going to the screening of this film . . . how hard I tried not to cry at this part of the story when Nancy was taken to visit the place where her father was burried and she broke down & began to cry. I just lost it & my throat ached as I faught back my tears of sorrow for her. I thought my life was bad growing up poor black & abused, but after watching reading and understanding about these children's live's, I felt ashamed for feeling I should complain. Thanks for posting.
Phoenix26FAJKA 1 month ago