I do not remember what happened when I was raped, I only know the story and the marks that left in my life, my father and my mother were married, she was pregnant but I did not know yet, they fought and they spent a month apart she came back to live with my father, but he was always in doubt if I really was her daughter, he started drinking and became an alcoholic, one day when I was 3 years old, I was alone with him at home, he was drinking that day he raped me because he thought I was not his daughter, my mother arrived he was doing this to me, she went crazy and fought with him, with the confusion that the neighbors called police, my father reacted and died during the exchange of shots, believing that I was raped and that my father died for doing this to me, my relationship with my mother has always been problematic, until recently when we talked and put everything we feel out of, we organized our feelings.
I did not have the courage to do it alone, but I met a friend who taught me how to do it, breaking the silence was the best thing of my life, today my mother and I are well, and we continue our lives.
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Voices of Silence
NonfiksiAt the saddest moment of my life, I plunged into silence and there I heard voices. Voices of people who have gone through more things than me, more pains, more sufferings, but were willing to listen to me and tried to take care of me, this book is a...
