I was just six years old when I was raped by my half brother,to this day I still can't remember what was going through my head.
This all started when my mother decided to go to a funeral in a different province by car.
On her way back she had a car accident luckily she was still alive,but no one knew that it would have a negative impact on the future.
The following Sunday my half brother asked the priest to pray for our mother and so he did.My father decided to go to the hospital where my mother was being held and when he called us to inform us that my mother couldn't remember us at all and that she could only remember till she was the age of sixteen the whole family was devastated by the news.
We were all sad but never lost hope but it didn't seem so for my half brother, he looked far from hopeful I didn't think much of it since I had my own problems to deal with and the thought of the one person that loved me the most had forgotten me and my existence in this world.