I’ve lurked here for a while. I take long breaks. But this is my first post. This little girl ... Maleah ... I know I am not alone in wishing she was spending today with a loving mother, in a safe home, making artwork out of her handprints. I think she must have had so much to bear in her short life. May she be found and laid to rest. Her fight is over now and she deserves to be at peace. I was one who had sympathy for her mother, at first, because she took Maleah to the hospital and maybe because when my father died I was a total wreck and not thinking clearly and I thought grief may have affected her decision making. And I know the power of denial can be immense. But that sympathy evaporated with her admissions that she knew her daughter was being abused. Now everything she has done appears self-serving and I wonder if she knew ... everything. It seems at least that she may have helped him after the fact. They both come across as idiots and if the crime was not so horrifying I would laugh at his/their ineptitude. But I cannot laugh.