Little Emilie, 6-and-a-half-years-old
The only daughter in a rebuilt family
To her mother she is her whole life
And a stepfather, who loves her like his own
So nice, so beautiful, captivating eyes
She's the apple of her mother's eye
She couldn't live without her
They were more than joined at the hip
Little Emilie 8 years past
Nothing is different, except she's moved homes
Left the isolated countyside
And now lives in a city, because her mummy has mutated
New school, new friends
It didn't take long for her to adapt to this life
At the end of her 8 years, you could say she's happy
Because everythings fine for little Emilie
Little Emilie, 10 years it's been
She's become a satisfied girl
You could say she likes school
A good student for Mum, and proud of it
A little copper, pretty pink cheeks
She ignores the critics of jealous kids
The teachers caller her 'info-eater'
But these are only kids after all
Little Emilie now 12
Adolescent withdrawn from Mum's chagrin
The smiling face is gone
She's become a surly girl now
In middle school, everything has changed
A lot of students only make fun of her
Above all she feels rejected
Sometimes beaten and sometimes bruised
She asks herself how to face them
She's become the scapegoat of the class
In social circles they call her 'The gross girl'
Pictures of her protruding stomach circulate
Not knowing what to do
Nor how to react to this hell
Because of shame and not wanting to worry her mother
Lillt Emilie decides to stay silent
But one December evening
Little Emilie comes home stripped
Her classmates, all together
Locked her in the locker-room to wash her
It's too much to bear
So much that she can't handle it anymore
So she spreads her wings
And flies towards peace