Movie Recommendation Time: Seven Days.

There is absolutely no greater pain than to bury your own child before they do. It's like you already failed as a parent yet you have so much in store for them, so much love to give in due time. But irreversibly, you have to swallow the pain, the guilt, the planned years, like a series of bad medicine with varying intensity. Uniquely torturous.

Nicole Kidman and Aaron Eckhart dug a hole in Russovoir's heart, left it gaping, hallow, and unobtrusively numb in Rabbit Hole (2010). Below zero - not with a cold heart, instead heart was as if submerged in icy water, pulse froze - sympathy for Ethan (Thomas Dekker), who explicitly didn't know any better, was arrested for child negligence in Angels Crest (2011). Parenting, let alone babysitting, is serious business. There will be unforeseeable circumstances that threaten the lives of the ones you most love, you once vowed to protect because life is unfair like that. You imagine a million ways to prevent it from happening, to have been there when it was happening, to turn back time, to wish it was you instead of someone who has so much to live for. Where was God? Where was He when 8-year old Jasmine Hamel was savagely raped and murdered? Seven Days is unsettling, traumatic, because there is no resolve to deprive a father of being one.

"Your daughter was not the only one."

A doctor husband and a gallery owner wife were having breakfast with their daughter, whose birthday invitations had to be delivered door-to-door around the seemingly peaceful neighborhood. Not a single invitation was received when seven days turning 9 Jasmine was found lying on an empty field, pallor body unresponsive, legs awkwardly open; it wasn't exactly birthday sex than child molestation.

With a degree in medicine and surgery, Bruno, the father to a dead daughter, blew the life out of the pedophile as if it were evenly distributed into seven candles, for seven days, lasting on her baby girl's birthday. If only every scream of pain recovers his.