I have never once told anyone of this, and will never speak it aloud. When I was a child, my grandfather and his son would sexually abuse me. I don’t know if my sisters were also victims. I would ask him to draw me a picture and would be told only after I touched his penis. Or be asked to help him bathe. Worse yet, is I woke up one morning with my underwear removed. I was told they had spilled hot coffee on me. How would I have not felt the burn of the coffee, and why would none of it be on my nightgown. I wish I could forget this. It eats away at me every day. My only way to fight back was to refuse going to his funeral. Im glad he is no longer around to take advantage of young girls.