Book of My IDEAs : Eternal Imagins of Broken Brain

Buried Memory, Not Forgot

This is a story about the day when my father died in 2005.

At that time, my brother had sexually assaulted me, who had lost my father.

At the time, my brother was a middle school student 

And I was an elementary school student.

Hearing his words not to tell anyone, I buried it for over a decade.

And that memory came to mind when I forgot 

And noticed that it was a sexual assault.

When I was thinking about who to speak to, 

I picked up a cell phone and sent a message to my mom to speak to my mom.

And after a while, my mom called me.

When my mom asked, 'Is that true,' I replied that it was true.

After that, I asked a few questions and said, 

'I'll have to get your brother out of the house later.'

And the phone that hung up and went a few times.

Rest assured, she listened to me.

It was a shame to think about that day.

Why did I do that then?

I was too young back then.

If a 13-year-old middle school boy brother attempted to 

Sexually assault a 10-year-old elementary school girl sister-

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No matter whether you are my brother, the criminal robber,

I am your sister, and you are my family, 

Crime is a crime, and sexual assault is a sexual assault.

I'm going to expose this to everyone if you tried to get over this easily.

No matter what I say as a psychopath, don't look at me so funny.

Because you have already crossed the line.