Sometimes I wonder if my mom looks at me and sees her little boy still or sees the monster that let his older brother and cousins touch his little sister and then touched her himself. Sometimes I wanna tell her that they also touched me, that I was weak, little, and scared to tell her or dad about what they were doing, but instead I join in and they touch me and forget about her tune after they stopped I did it to her too.
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