It’s 1999 and a little girl sits on a window sill before being grabbed by her mother.

Her mother is doing her best to distract her daughter from the situation, but that little girl is moving her head this way and that, twisting and turning, trying to see what’s happening behind her mother.

Just then the girl see’s her father who appears to be aggressively taking clothes from the drawers and throwing them on the floor.

He is running here and there, seemingly searching for something.

The father says:

“I am asking you for the last time, give me money otherwise it’s not going to be good for you…”

The mother says:

“And I am also telling you for the last time, I don’t have any.. Please stop this. She is watching you..she will be afraid.”

The father says: “I don’t care. I need money..”

After these words were spoken the father takes his wife’s clothes and sets them alight with fire, no thought. The little girl witnesses all of this but says nothing. She is curious.

Why is her father doing this?

As she thinks, her eyes move to her mother, there are tears coming from her mother’s eyes, she is doing her best to stop them. The whole room is covered in smoke.

The father opens the door and leaves the house.

The girl, who is only five years of age, and just now learning about love, affection, and family bonding has witnessed true horror at home, her father’s changing behaviour and her mother breaking her soul.

That little girl has a name. But here her name is Anonymous.