Breaking the silence living in the Mennonite faith.

I don’t have many memories of my childhood years. However; I do remember the night of December 24, 1963. I can remember and recall of that Christmas Eve night. The night my oldest brother and Uncle decided to molest me. I just turned six years old. Daddy tucked me and my two sisters in for the night around nine “O clock, being only half asleep with my new doll I received as a birthday gift from grandma a month prior before this night. My father had to go and pick up mom at work and than finish up their last minute Christmas shopping before coming home. I can remember hearing him from my bedroom telling my oldest brother that he needed to look after my sisters and I until he got home. My father said to my brother that mom and him would be running late so they would not be home until late. I heard the front door shut to our three bedroom trailer where my two sisters, two brothers lived and our parents.  My middle brother was not home that night for I believe he stayed over at a friend’s house so my sister’s and I was left in the care f my oldest brother and Uncle. 

I shared a bedroom with my two sisters, one older than me, the other sister younger. Tucked in my nice warm bed with my new doll in my arms I felt safe and comfortable. A hour later I was still awake because I could not sleep, to pepped up for tomorrow is Christmas Day.  Like many other children who looks forward to Christmas. This Christmas changed my whole personality,my attitude and ever loving this holiday again. Laying there in my bed still awake I heard the door to our bedroom that I shared with my two sisters opened. I sit up looked towards the bedroom door wondering who was creeping in our bedroom that time of night.  I thought my brother already laid down for the night. It was my oldest brother who creep-ed in our bedroom. He walked towards the bed I was sleeping in and lean over to pick me up into his arms and carried me back through the hall toward our parents room. Thinking nothing of it or was not aware what was his intentions for I was only six years old.  He only said a few words to me that I can not remember. 

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