By: Carol Marbin Miller and Audra D.S. Burch, Miami Herald
Published: Sunday, August 18, 2013
On the day before she died, Jewel Re”nee Howard sat on the porch, in her grandmother”s lap, having her hair twisted into ponytails made pretty with pink and purple beads. She played outside the home with neighborhood children, ate noodles, talked and giggled, as she had so many days before, about her dream of becoming a princess.
Less than 15 hours later, Jewel was dead–her liver torn and mangled, ribs crushed, her tiny body bruised and bleeding internally.
