I have always prided myself on being an upstanding citizen, a law-abiding member of society. But what happens when the law turns against you when you are accused of a crime you did not commit? That is the situation my daughter found herself in, and it is a nightmare that haunts me to this day.186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSXkKFFDi1Q
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It all began when my daughter, the apple of my eye, was wrongly accused of kidnapping her own child. She had no custody of the child because she is accused of child abuse, a victim of circumstance that the wealthy dad accused her of even though she denies this. But that did not matter to the authorities, who were convinced of her guilt from the very beginning because she is a mentally ill person.186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUe1KAQPSBK
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The accusations came like a bolt from the blue, shattering our family's idyllic existence. We had always been a close-knit unit, relying on each other for support through thick and thin. But now, we were forced to confront an enemy we did not even know existed - the justice system.186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMEoytq5AMy
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I remember the day my daughter was taken into custody as if it were yesterday. The police officers arrived at our doorstep, their stern expressions setting off alarm bells in my mind. They told us that our daughter had been accused of kidnapping her own.186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtsCRIXsz4A
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My heart sank as I watched my daughter being led away in handcuffs, tears streaming down her face. She kept insisting that she was innocent, that she had never ever abused her children or anything in her life even her ex husband. But the officers were unmoved, their minds already made up about her guilt.186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqMN8BikZF1
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The days that followed were a blur of legal procedures and paperwork. We hired the best lawyer we could afford, but it seemed like an uphill battle from the start. The evidence against my daughter was flimsy at best.186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0n4naXX6nY
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But despite all this, the prosecution was relentless in its pursuit of my daughter. They painted her as a hardened criminal, a danger to society and her children. They presented her as a scheming thief who had deliberately set out to rob the store in question.186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWLPtwDixcV
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As a father, it was excruciating to watch my daughter being vilified in this manner. I knew her to be a kind, caring person who would never harm anyone, let alone steal from them. But the prosecution was intent on portraying her as a monster, and it seemed like there was nothing we could do to stop them.186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtf8N2TN9Fu
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In the end, the trial was a farce. The judge was biased, the evidence was circumstantial, and the jury seemed to have already made up its mind about my daughter's guilt. We were powerless to stop the proceedings, forced to watch as our daughter's future was ripped away from her.186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡii8kYykQ5I
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When the verdict came, it was like a knife to the heart. My daughter was found guilty of abuse and sentenced to a term in prison. The shock of it all was almost too much to bear. We had lost our daughter to a system that was supposed to protect us.186Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHfMQBtUhD1
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