Little by little, she grows.
She learns that her mother can do nothing more than hold her close. But even she cannot take the fear away.
The fear is always there. It is there because of the man, though he has never acted towards her like a father would. As she grows older, she learns that he is different from other fathers.
Sometimes in the dead of night, she will awaken suddenly by the frantic screaming coming from her parent's bedroom. She has learned not to cry when she hears it, for her crying will only make it louder.
She has learned that sometimes she will be hungry, and sometimes she will be cold, and sometimes she will be frightened.
Little by little, she is learning.
She is growing.