My mother always portrayed family as precious and her dad being a hero. Her mother left when she was small so never got to see her. Her dad died when she was 9 and ever since then she been moving from home to home and treated as a slave.
For quite some time my mother had been so over protective of what i wore, went or even talked to. I always wondered why she never bothered asking for my brother and sister...just me. She would always tell me how beautiful i am and how precious my virginity is. Regardless i was annoyed. I never bothered questioning her or found her actions weird.
Following year, we was in the car going to snakes and ladders. We sang, joked about & i asked for some advices. Then the topic rape came up... as strong as my mother is i didn't expect her to be a victim of it. 17 years of my life and not once did i ever see a tear shred from her eyes or any type of sadness. Then she repeated it "at the age of 5 is when it happened to me." My heart dropped. I felt nothing but pure anger and hate... until i realised her dad died when she was 9 not 5? so i said "where was your dad." She replied "All your problems start at home".
All these years i would drop on my knees and thank god for my grandad saying he did a great job raising a beautiful woman such as my mother. But now i feel disgust. How can someone be so sick? 5 years old? And to know if she spoke up about it the community would portray her as a liar!
