“This is our secret.”
This is the sentence I will never forget. And this is when I knew that what was happening was wrong. That it wasn’t normal.
Why did it need to be a secret?
“You don’t want your family to get hurt, right?”
Okay, so, if I told anyone about our secret, there is a chance that my family would have been hurt.
I was being threatened.
Something was very wrong.
And so I did what any young person would do: I kept quiet. For months, I was quiet. I had to be smart and make sure my family was not hurt. So instead, I got hurt.
Yes, I was scared. But it slowly started to become my normal. Some days were good. Some days were not.
And so I complied. I didn’t know any better.