When I was younger. Maybe three or four. I have memories of a family member touching me and kissing me. I didn’t say anything about it. My mother is extremely strict and has been through this situation before and wants to do everything she can to prevent me from it. I haven’t told her. She’s asked me if something of this has ever happened to me. I said no, because I was never ready to tell her the story. I’m now 13 and I still think about it. About how he locked the door and leaned in. But I can’t tell anyone. I feel it’s too late. So my story lies there. Forgotten by only me for i am the only one that ever knew.