There was a young child, who, at the age of three, never could speak. Everyone was puzzled. She did not have any mental disabilities, nor was she deaf or mute. She just couldn't speak. Everyone had given up all hopes of making her speak.

One day, she was innocently riding her bike in circles in the living room, wearing her favourite red dress. Her mother was only sitting there with her sister, looking at her child. In a fit of desperation, her mother said, "Say 'Mama,' baby. Say 'Mama.'"

Her child glanced at her and got off her bicycle. She stood silently for a second and then said, "Six."

Her mother stared in awe. Not knowing what to make of it, she looked to her sister. She was equally surprised, but she was the first one to find her voice.

"Spawn of the Devil!" her sister exclaimed.

"What is the problem?" she questioned.

"Your child... is a spawn of the Devil! Did you not notice that six is the only number in the number of the Beast? Spawn of the Devil! Quick. Get a bottle of Holy Water and shower her with it while saying a prayer. She must not grow up like this. Lord bless her."

Following the words of her sister, she immediately got a bottle of Holy Water and sprinkled it over her own daughter, "Oh, Lord, our Father, banish the soul of the Devil in my daughter's body, please, Lord..."

Her daughter only stared and tilted her head sideways. Her mother stopped, trying to see if it had worked.

"Six," she repeated. Cries of anguish filled their house.

She realized there was only one thing to do: Keep her daughter locked up in her room to prevent the Devil from doing impure things to others through her body. Yes. It was the only thing to do.

So there she was, a young girl of three, not knowing what was happening to her. She had lost all of her life, all because she said the word, "Six."