"Whenever friends came to our house and you asked them to sleep over, you would tell them: "Don't worry, X (I) will sleep with my brother and we have plenty of room" (despite the fact that we were a family of 7 and lived in a house with only one bedroom), I would tremble and break down with fear. I would refuse out of fear, but you would never listen to me.
I know you were very busy, raising five children alone with a sick husband, who had been a burden to you since you were young. But what was my fault? He broke my soul. He touched me… until one day he raped me and my soul was broken forever. I was killed, in spirit, in heart, in body.
How many nights I slept crying with sobs, with water on my pillow, and even though you or your sisters might have been sleeping in the same bed with me, you never heard me. It still hurts me every time I think about it. And it hurts even more every time I have to look him in the eye, or be all together in one place.
Do you remember when I was little and I always said I wanted to live in a faraway place? Now I know why. I tried so hard to "raise" that little girl who is still cowering in fear in a corner, to listen to her and give her the love she deserved, simply for who she was.
"They killed me for all the times you "jokingly" said I was the ugliest in the house. A little girl didn't deserve that language," a message received on #Unsent from an anonymous girl with the caption "To mom."
