Personal Narrative: Two Types Of Drunk People

There are only two type of people in this who tell the truth. Drunk people and Children. Both have the courage to say whatever they want at that moment state of mind. Being intoxicated does not help you remember. Children can have a remembrance of their childhood but for some is still stuck in the head
I was only five years old when my conflict began, I stayed over at my uncle’s house. My uncle wasn’t living alone he had my aunt and two other cousins. It was very late, so everybody got ready for bed and as common children want to sleep in between their loved ones, especially if it’s mom and dad. I cuddled in between my aunt and uncle but sadly who knew I was sleeping next to the devil.
I was half awake when my uncle pulled me out of bed and started a sexual abuse. My aunt was still sleeping on the

For so many years I kept it all to myself. Screaming and dying to say something. But as years were passing by, not only it was my uncle with the bad behavior. It was also my cousins doing me wrong. I did not want my story to be heard for the reason I had a possibility I would been told I was paranoid, spycho or nuts.
When I turned fourteen, I finally realized I had the courage to go to my family. When I spilled about my night with uncle and cousins. My mother came to me hugging me and breaking down. She believed in me because she told to me that when I was smaller, I commented to her about my uncle’s behavior. I really did not remember this but now that I am a little bit older, she had all the full faith and the puzzle pieces came together that it was true. She had faith in me and still does.
My father couldn’t believe it either, leaving him speechless. Breaking down to me and questioning if all I said was true. I agreed. He told me, “I didn’t want this to happen”. I asked him why, he said because someone abused him too whenever he was little but his story was never