Mum, I couldn't tell you I couldn't say I don't think you would have ever heard of such vulgarity happening to me. I wasn't there most of the time My body reacting, like I was dying or running out of time. They didn't ask They didn't say They didn't care any way Why ask where they could take Why ask when even if I want to reply I couldn't. It hurt so bad and you know how I can redirect pain well this time I was crushed by shock & by shame. I felt all the pain. Since then I would never be the same. I'm not surprised I didn't go insane. To hide a fact so big & raw. I couldn't protect what they tore. I was broken To some extent I still am. I question why me? I question how many? I don't know answers about my own body. A break in that death should have evicted them. I'm holding out I'm holding on I wasn't your daughter when they made me their's I silently held on too the strands of life that brought me home. I'm still lost because I didn't tell. But then I protected you. Now I am living in PTSD hell.