why I understand you

A Woman I Once knew

Posted by Lauren on Sep 19, 2011 in me being real, why I understand you | Comments Off

She was 7, maybe 8 when her brother started touching her inappropriately. There was a TV room upstairs in the attic that her father had built mainly for her older brothers to use. It was fun and different up there. She could see out the second-story window into the backyard and watch the birds land in the cherry tree. It was carpeted and warm with cartoons playing non-stop. He was always up there too, her older brother that she looked up to and her parents adored. She learned quickly that there was a price to pay if she wanted to spend time with him and so many that would come after him....