![]() I was moving so frantically, but I couldn’t find my underwear. I went into the back room, as we called it, and changed. He asked me to go change my clothes, so I listened. My uncle, my favorite uncle, had hurt me. I didn’t respond, still in complete shock. I’ll give you some money when I get paid,’ he said to me as he was getting off of me. I was too scared so I laid there, not speaking, while my uncle raped me, taking the innocence I would never get back. I can remember looking over at my brother who was still asleep. I was in shock and didn’t know what to do. I was sound asleep and suddenly woke up to my uncle on top of my body. This was the night that would change my life forever. As usual, she asked my uncle to watch us while she was gone. One night, we were sleeping in the living room while my Ma had run out to get something. My brother and I often slept in the living room, one of us on each couch. He was funny and cool, and always took me and my brother on bike rides around the neighborhood. When she was busy working or running errands, my uncle would watch my brother and I. Although life was different and I missed my grandma a lot, I was still a happy child. ![]() I stayed there with my mother, brother, and another one of my uncles. We moved from my uncle’s house and back into the house we had previously lived in. I was comfortable there and didn’t want to go. I was too young to fully understand what was going on, but all I knew was my mother and uncle had gotten into a heated argument, and we had to leave abruptly. A few weeks after the funeral however, we moved out. the time of my grandmother’s passing, my family and I lived with one of my uncles. I was 7 years old at the time and I didn’t know much about death. She was the rock to our family, the one that kept everything and everyone together. It was the day we received the news that my grandmother had passed away, the day the whole world came crashing down for me and my family. She had been there, sick, for a few weeks. On March 13, 1999, as my brother and I were getting dressed for school, my mother received a phone call from the hospital where my grandma was staying. She was one of the few family members that I always lived with. As a child, I loved laying in her lap for hours and watching the television screen. As a result, I spent a lot of my life with my grandma, who never failed to set the other kids straight when they picked on me. Being the youngest out of all my siblings and cousins meant the older kids sometimes didn’t want me around. She had long nails and a soft, gentle voice that everyone stopped and listened to when she spoke. She was brown and petite with silky hair that she kept in two braids. My grandmother on my mother’s side of the family was one of my favorite people in the world. I wasn’t spoiled by money or things that cost much, but with love and attention, it was a warm atmosphere. We had family functions that brought us together and kept us close. My family wasn’t rich, but that never mattered to us because we always had each other. I was a very happy kid, spoiled and loved attention. I was part of a big family and always lived with my mom, siblings, and other family members. ![]() “As a child I can remember, for the most part, being a loving and outgoing little girl.
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