I am Arya. I study in grade 8. It was a bright Sunday morning when I was lying on my bed Just when my younger sister entered my room. I looked at her but I wasn’t in the mood to play with her so I ignored her. My sister is 3 years old and her name is Fatty. I love her the most in the household. I closed my eyes and kept on behaving as if I couldn’t see her. She stood beside me for some time then she went to my table and picked up some sheets. Eventually, she left my room. Fatty went straight to the kitchen where mom was cooking and dad was helping her out. I lay silently and kept on thinking about the last evening. It was one of the worst moments of my life. Mom and Dad were angry and hurt as I failed my Math semester test. I was thinking of it. Just when I heard my mom saying, “Fatty, give that envelope to me.” I couldn’t hear them properly. So I just went for a bath. Meanwhile, mom sat beside dad and opened the envelope. There was a letter inside it. She pulled it out. It was the letter I wrote last night while crying. Dad took the letter and started reading it aloud. The letter started with, “Dear Momma and Daddy, I am sorry for not being the perfect daughter you deserve. I am sorry for everything. I am sorry for failing the Math exam. But trust me, I tried my best to write this exam properly but I couldn’t. I am sorry for the biggest sin I committed a few days ago. I wanted to tell you about this for a long time but I was afraid that you would hate me. Since last evening as you already hate me after my results, I decided to tell you about this. Dear Daddy, I tried my best to stop him. I tried to run away. But I failed. I am a failure. It was the day before my math test. Uncle Roshan came to our house. Mom asked him to help me with my studies. You both left for some work. There was no one in the house. Fatty was sleeping and I was studying in my room just when uncle entered my room and offered me some chocolates. I thanked him and asked him to help me solve the question. He sat beside me on the bed. I moved a little bit. So, he came closer to me. Instantly, I got up from the bed, and just then he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed. He touched me inappropriately. When I screamed, he slapped me. I was begging him to leave me. I was trying to fight back just when I heard dad calling my name. He was frozen. I stood and I was rushing towards you just when he slapped me and grabbed my mouth. He held me tightly and said, ‘I couldn’t complete the question this time. I will surely solve it. Remember, this is our secret, and if you try to speak about it to anyone I would do the same to your little Fatty.’ I was extremely terrified. I fell on the bed and pretended to sleep. I cried a lot. The next morning was my exam. Mom came to my room and asked me to come out for breakfast. As I stepped into the kitchen I saw him laughing along with you, dad. And Fatty was sitting on his lap. Just then you asked my uncle to drop me at school for the exam. I couldn’t say no. I sat in the back seat of the car. He was driving silently. Eventually, he stopped the car at school. I was about to move out of the car when he turned back and said, “Arya, You are my little queen and I love you but if you don’t obey me or if you dare to speak a word to anyone, I would not spare your sister and remember, your parents will never love you after the sin you committed, yesterday.” Mom, I was so terrified that I couldn’t write a word in my exam. I came back home and fell sick. Since then, whenever I close my eyes I feel like he is coming closer to me. I was afraid that you will never love me. And if I speak about it, he will do this to Fatty as well. I am sorry for this. All I could do is leave this place. Before leaving, I just want you to know that I love you both the most. I also want to tell you to keep Fatty away from Uncle Roshan…” Love, Arya. Arya feels the abuse has had knock-on effects, particularly with trust in relationships. She also struggles to close the chapter in her life because the abuser had never admitted the crime or said sorry. Remember to teach your children something about sex education. They should at least be able to differentiate between good and bad touch and should never hesitate to initiate such heart-to-heart conversations with the family. Widen the prospect of expression. Don’t leave the abused child to suffer with shame, anxiety and depression, sometimes just because of guilt, children may suffer for their entire life.