When things are not over.

We found out this week they are closing the investigation.
We don't understand.
My son isn't considered a "viable witness."
I was told that he doesn't understand the difference between "fantasy" or "reality."
This made my blood boil.
Before my son did indeed play in fantasy.
He would pretend to drive a tractor, or fly a plane.
Sometimes he was a dinosaur or maybe doggy.
Where does "i play potty at church" come from? Whe does this play involve horrible sexual acts he never would know anything about?
Why did he respond to the doctor when he asked "when did your bottom hurt?"
He said "At church."
Why does every time he see a man in a red shirt he panics and wants to run away?
Why does he stay up night after night avoiding sleep and needing to constantly change environments?
Why does he cry so much more.
Fear so much more?
Stare off in the distance?
Why does he tell me that he can't talk about "big friend" or he will get in trouble?
Why does he act out, lash out, throw things, bite, and scream and pound the wall repeatedly when he never used to?
I ask you, detective and DA's office, why?
How is this fantasy?
This is not fantasy.
This is our family's new reality.
This is our nightmare we call life now.
This is our reality.
It is real.
We are living it.
We are watching it unfold daily.
Why do you protect the perpetrator?
Why do you make it to where young children do not have a voice?
Don't you see that this is why they attack this age children?
Because they know you won't take anything they say or do as "admissible in court?"
What about the babies, who can't even talk to their parents?
What about the mental handicapped who can't explain?
How do we protect them?
So much is stolen from a child when they are assaulted.
Their innocence, their trust, their sense of control.
And you, you wretched legal system are giving the thieves an all access pass.
All though you have closed the folder on my sons case-
Our battle still rages.
We still hold him while he asks to be safe at night.
We watch him avoid certain places and people he didn't used to.
We watch our once outgoing fun loving child now be extra cautious and leery of everything.
We will never be able to go back to our beloved church because YOU didn't even try to find out who it was.
We know this person was good.
We know that if he did it once he will do it again.
Your work is done.
But ours is not.
We will never be able to close this folder in our lives.
And while I don't blame you for that, I blame this sick person.
I do blame you for not fighting for my son.
I blame you for not listening to what he is saying.
To what he is crying out.
I blame you for not listening to us, his loving protecting parents.
I blame you for not fighting for the innocent.
Things may be over for you.
But they will never.
Ever.
Be over for us.