A Mother’s Delusion, a Child’s Death — Remembering Six-Year-Old Ra’Myl King Pierre
He was only six years old — a bright, curious, gentle little boy named Ra’Myl King Pierre.
A child who loved his teachers, his classmates, and his small world of school mornings and storybooks.
To everyone who knew him, Ra’Myl was sunshine — polite, eager to learn, and full of wonder.
But in May 2024, that light went out.
And the story of his final days became something no one could have imagined.
At first, it was just an absence.
Ra’Myl hadn’t shown up to school for several days.
His teachers noticed right away — he wasn’t the kind of child to skip class.
They reached out, called home, left messages.
No answer.
Each day, the silence grew heavier.
Each day, their worry deepened.
By the end of that week, it wasn’t just a missed attendance.
Something felt deeply wrong.
Inside the home where Ra’Myl lived, something dark had taken root — not in him, but in the mind of the person meant to protect him.
His mother, Rhonda Joyce Paulynice, had begun speaking of strange things.
She told people that her son was “possessed.”
That she heard voices.
That God had told her to save her child through an
exorcism.
It’s a word that should never belong in the same sentence as “six years old.”
But in her growing delusion, she believed this was divine duty — that what she was about to do would drive away evil, not destroy innocence.
The details of what happened next are painful to hear — and impossible to forget.
Over several days, Ra’Myl was kept home from school.
Neighbors saw less movement in the house, the once-lively sound of a little boy playing replaced by an eerie quiet.
She performed her so-called ritual — believing she was saving her son.
But what she did instead ended his life.
On May 18, after concerned calls and reports from neighbors, deputies arrived for a welfare check.
The house was silent.
When they entered Ra’Myl’s room, they found him lifeless — still, innocent, gone.
Authorities later said that his mother believed he would “come back” after the ritual was complete.
She had waited, perhaps prayed, expecting a miracle that would never come.
Rhonda was arrested shortly after.
Charged with second-degree murder, failure to report a death, and willfully moving or touching a deceased body.
She remains in custody, while investigators and medical examiners work to piece together the full truth of what happened.
But no matter what the reports conclude, one truth is undeniable — a child lost his life, not to evil, but to fear and broken belief.
For those who knew him, the shock hasn’t faded.
His classmates still ask where he is.
His teacher, eyes full of tears, said softly, “He was so curious, so kind. He just wanted to learn.”
The empty desk in the classroom has become a quiet reminder — of a little boy who should still be coloring pictures, reading stories, laughing with friends.
Instead, his name is now written in court documents and headlines.
And yet, beyond those pages, Ra’Myl King Pierre is remembered not for how he died, but for how he lived.
He loved music.
He loved running outside after school.
He loved making people smile.
He once told his teacher he wanted to “be a hero” when he grew up — someone who helps others.
And in a way, he still is.
Because Ra’Myl’s story has become more than tragedy.
It’s a wake-up call — for child protection, for mental health awareness, and for the unseen dangers that can grow in silence.
It’s a reminder that faith without guidance, and fear without help, can destroy what love is meant to protect.
Today, his community speaks his name not in sorrow alone, but in purpose.
They light candles for him.
They talk about better ways to notice warning signs.
They advocate for families who are struggling with mental illness.
Because Ra’Myl’s short life — just six years — is now a voice calling for change.
His teacher said it best:
“He deserved a future. We won’t forget him.”
💔 Rest in peace, little Ra’Myl. You were light, and your light will not be forgotten.