As I got older my knowledge grew as it did with a pain. I learned the word “molest” and realized my childhood was ripped to pieces by my brother’s hands. I blame myself for being too weak when I was young, not strong enough to realize that what had been done to me was wrong. The 6 year old girl in my heart is drowning in silence, too scared to confess the truth. Knowing that all that is right will become wrong if the truth should be told to the world.