It dawns on me that someone who was held captive for over a decadeāraped, beaten, starved, chained and rarely let outsideāwould of course want to stop and watch the clouds float by.
Standing before her was Ariel Castro, the father of a girl she knew from the neighborhood.
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I was staying at my cousin's house in New Orleans, and I remember feeling like I was doing something wrong.
On top of that, it shows Ivy enjoying and mocking the lengthy suffering of the victims being slowly digested by the plants.
Her father died before she was four, and her mother worked several jobs, so she and her younger brother were raised by their.