not a day goes past i dont think about it. i dont think about what he did it has ruined me and my whole life, but i know that he is the same but the worst is that i was only 7 when it happened and it went on till i was 9 and then he finnally stoped, whats the worst is i have at least kinda gotten over it even though it is still in me in this day but i know he regrets every moment of what he used to do. but it still makes me who i am today it make me, me. if i had a different child hood i wouldnt be me right now id probably be some prissy little teachers pet and have like one friend that was my teacher. ihated the feeling of when he did it i had no idea what had happened. he did when i wasnt noticing and even some times when i was asleep in my room with my two other sisters and i triede so hard to stop it bt its hard. once i wanted to use his computer and thats when he did the worst thing and that was the last time i looked at him as he was to me, my brother but now.... i dont know.
its only short i know but its only ment to be short :) hope you like though :)
