Little girls love pink and pretty colors. I can’t help thinking how, if 10-year-old Charlenni Ferreira were alive to see them, she would adore these Hanna Montana and Princess balloons, which were left on the front-porch memorial yesterday at the Feltonville home where Charlenni lived a desperate life.
The shiny Mylar baubles bounced in the chilly wind, sharing space with dozens of stuffed animals, candles and long-stemmed roses, symbolic of the regard that all children deserve – a regard denied Charlenni by her father and step-mother, who have been charged with her murder.
I was among the flow of visitors who stopped by the house, out of respect for Charlenni. Out of sorrow. Out of rage that she has joined Danieal Kelly, Porchia Bennett, Charnae Wise and a seemingly endless list of innocents in this city whose lives meant nothing to the people who were supposed to cherish them.