She just quietly called him….Dad.

Little girl, only girl surrounded by men. In a world of confusion a war she can’t win. Each night brought her terror as the touches began. Words and whispers she couldn’t begin to comprehend. Years would pass as she learned to hide. Her fears, her shame, seething deep inside. What angered her the most as the years saw her grow. …. The silent acceptance of family and knowing that they know. The stares of her step mom, the shame she still carries …..all rock this woman to sleep at night. Memories she can’t bury. Each day as she awakened, hiding bruises and her pain. Vowing to run where he can’t find her, even maybe changing her name. But you see that never happened, her revenge would have to wait. Others would continue to hurt her, he had constructed an incestuous gate. She bowed but never fell, she was too young to fight. Like the famous poet said “she went quietly into that good night”. She answered when she was asked. But she never gave up all she had, some would call him friend, she just quietly called him. ..Dad