You think back to when it happen.
Sudden.
Alarming.
Painful.
Unwilling.
You don't mention it because your afraid of others thoughts on it.
Liar.
Attention-Seeker.
Fake.
Get a life.
You deny it happened. You block it all out. You won't admit to it. You were only 14 when it happened. You lie about things because your afraid.
I freaked out this little girl into think kiwis were alive whilst being in the hospital.
She's like a sister to me.
I was never sexually abused.
You didn't want her. It reminded you of him. She's doesn't look like him thank gosh! But she reminds you of what he did to you.
In your brother's room.
But when she comes you can't stop but feel joy.
You can't house her. It's too dangerous at the house, Your best friend doesn't know.
You find a family who doesn't have a baby girl.
They accept her with open arms.
They financially help you with her since you are only 14. You can't see her too often because she lives in another city. Far way from your home life, your brothers.
Her father.
Once you move to the city in which she is, you feel whole again. You see her more often.
She knows your her real mum.
She understands mostly everything which is impressive for a 4year old.
But now you have to help since your 16, the legal age.
You work double.
For clothes.
For food.
Extra money.
Hospital bills.
Your heart breaks when you find out her leukaemia has gotten worse.
You cry for hours as well as pray.
You love your daughter to pieces and never want to lose her.
You want her to have what you never had.
A family.
