| Location | Miami |
| Age | 13 years |
| Cause of Death | Murder |
| Date of Birth | 10/12/1986 |
| Date of Death | 14/08/2000 |
| Visitors | 3,137 since 03/09/2007 |
| Creator |
Cynteria Kimberly Phillips was born on December 10, 1986 in Miami, Florida. She has three sisters
and three brothers. The friendly, smiling 'tomboy' liked talk on the phone and plant flowers. She
was very active and highly energetic.
Cynteria and her six siblings were taken from their mother when she was four. Cynteria was placed
with her father, who reportedly molested and beat her--she was just a toddler but already brutally
violated. She was taken to Jackson Memorial Hospital where she told interviewers at the center: ``I
was bleeding below.''
Despite her troubled childhood, Cynteria never lossed her smile. I never thought she was going
through so much pain in her life. She always seemed very happy. She was easy to get along with and I
know this because she got along with me and I was a miserable little girl. I only had five friends
in middle school and she was the only one I never fought.
Her first foster parents were two church people--Frances and Junior Mortimer. They took her to
therapy, church, malls and restaurants, and traveled out of town. But after two years, the Mortimers
asked the state to find the girl a new home because the couple traveled too frequently. ''We came to
regret this,'' Junior Mortimer said.
If only they had kept Cynteria, she might be alive today. She was getting healthier with them. Had
she stayed, she could have been a church going, school girl. She needed some kind of stability in
her life, she needed a parent--biological or not.
From the Mortimers' home, the child went to the home of Anthony and Laura Starling. But Laura
Starling died, and when Anthony remarried, the new wife, Diane, was troubled by the Department of
Children & Families services.
Cynteria had been through so much abuse and lossed so many people in her life. Psychologist Robert
Kelley said: ``Sexually abused and abandoned by her family when she was a toddler, she then loses
her stable foster parents and watches her next foster mother die. Too much loss.'' Mr.Kelley was
right. Cynteria lossed too much in her life.
After leaving this foster home, Cynteria fled through eight different foster homes. Bouncing from
one end of the city to another. None of her foster parents treated her the way they would treat
their own child--she was totally a 'foster' child in their eyes.
She felt as if she was being avoided and no one cared for her, so she ran away at age 13. It was the
easiest way for her to hide what was wrong with her and escape her struggles.
The media portrayed Cynteria as a 'runaway'. She wasn't just a runaway. She was human and a child
of God. She was a tomboy who liked run around, dance and play. Short and slim with long hair, she
wanted to be a model. Her favorite colors were red, pink and blue.
On the last night of her life, Cynteria Phillips was seen at 10 p.m. at a Miami shelter, sitting on
a sofa and sucking her thumb - just as she had done when she was 4, the first time she was sexually
abused.
9 hours later, she was found naked in an alley, lying in the damp morning grass like a long-legged
baby put down to sleep. But Cynteria was dead.
She had been beaten, sexually assaulted and murdered - her short, tumultuous life was defined by one
violent moment.
Cynteria Phillips' mind probably wandered, disconnected from her body, which the stranger was
violating in ways too brutal for a 13-year-old to comprehend.
I imagine she heard herself screaming, while thinking that the terrified little girl no longer
seemed to be her, her mind gently drifting to thoughts of security, of home, of love. Things she had
heard about but never known. Things she sought, but without the clues to find them.
Reflexively, Cynteria's body might have attempted to deflect the blow to the head that would end her
life, but I imagine she was already gone - her child's mind marveling from a distance at the
mysterious eddies of universal energy that had deposited her here, dying miserably, dying awfully.
As the end came, I imagine Cynteria's consciousness calmly searching through its limited memory
bank, trying to determine who had loved her, wondering who would miss her.
Whoever murdered Cynteria removed her clothes and drove to a narrow side street by Edison High
School. Going into work at 7 a.m., a secretary saw the naked body and called police. There were no
clues, no telltale fibers on her body -- only semen on her leg. She had bruises in and around her
mouth, but there were no signs of a sexual struggle -- no cuts on her thighs, no blood or tissue
under her fingernails.
Only a little girl placed gently on a bed of grass -- like a child put down to sleep.
What kind of place would heaven be with all its streets of gold, if all the souls, that dwell up there like yours and mine, were old? How strange would heaven’s music sound when harps begin to ring, if children were not gathered ‘round to help the angels sing. The children that God sends to us are only just a loan, He knows we need their sunshine to make the house a home. We need the inspiration of a baby’s blessed smile. He doesn’t say they’ve come to stay, just lends them for a while. Sometimes it takes them years to do the work for which they come. Sometimes in just a month or two our Father calls them home. I like to think some souls up there bear not one sinful scar. I love to think of heaven as a place where children are.
SWEET DREAMS IN HEAVEN
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It's night time again...
Beautiful Angel above
So tonight I will send you lots of love
Cuddle up warm..
On this November night
We all love and miss you..
With all of our might
You sleep on the clouds..
All fluffy and white
I bet you look..
Such a beautiful sight
Just snuggle up..
All cosy with God above
And watch me light..
Your candle with love
copyright� Jackie Thomas 09/11/09.
Lay down my child
Close your eyes one more time
Let the night take you softly into sleep
Sure as the moon shining on your sweet face
Be rest assured you will be safe
In this place
The sweetest gift
God has given me
Graced with the tiniest beauty
These eyes have seen
Soft as the song of a winter wind
Sheltered by love
A love that will never end
Life so often a mystery
And each of us seeking a clue
To an answer I never thought I’d find
When I lost you
But in your time with me
Somehow you taught me to see
Just as in life
Even in death
You always will be here with me
So lay down my child
Close your eyes one more time
Let the night take you softly into sleep
And on to your maker you will fly
Low as the angels sing you a lullaby
..SWEET DREAMS..
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GOD BLESS YOU ANGEL ** ~~ ** ~~ **
♥ I am the wind in your hair, with you everywhere
I am the stars in the sky and the sun up high ♥
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♥ I am the waves in the ocean, with your every emotion
I am the snow on the ground, I am all around ♥
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♥ I am the flowers in the meadow, wherever you go
I am the moon at night, please know I'm alright ♥
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♥ I am the bird's sweet song, I am not gone
I am the blossom on a tree, you'll never forget me ♥
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♥ I am the rain on your face, a rainbow's embrace
I am the leaves on the ground, I'll always be around ♥
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♥ I am the fluffy white clouds, innocent and pure
Look all around you, you'll feel me I'm sure ♥
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♥ I am that warm loving feeling, deep in your heart
My memories live on, we'll never be apart ♥
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♥ I am all around you, in all that you see, hear and do
Just reach right out now, I am always here with you ♥
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unknown
I am so sorry to hear that
i just want to say whoever did that to a 13 year old
girl should be in prison for what he or she did. i have 2 kids and when i hear stories like this, i get
really scared for my young daughter. i know god is with her now and she is at peace in heaven. god bless
her friend who put this on the site. god bless you.
Precious Child
by Karen Taylor Good
In my dreams, you are alive and well
Precious child, precious child
In my mind, I see you clear as a bell
Precious child, precious child
In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart, there is hope
'Cause you are with me still
In my heart, you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart
In my plans, I was the first to leave
Precious child, precious child
But in this world, I was left here to grieve
Precious child, my precious child
In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart there is hope
And you are with me still
In my heart you live on
Always there, never gone
Precious child, you left too soon,
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart
God knows I want to hold you,
See you, touch you
And maybe there's a heaven
And someday I will again
Please know you are not forgotten until then
In my heart you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart
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♡ The Hearts Library..... ♡
By Sarah Blackstone.
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.
Id put the moment in a safe,
within my hearts abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.
I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me,
through everything I've done.
I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me,
to walk that extra mile.
If I'm feeling sad and low,
if I'm struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.
There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits everytime.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.
For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep,
Is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!
I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.
Am building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.
I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
I'll never ever forget you
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