The Uncle

What can can I say, I hate my uncle! I can't write about what he did to me yet, but I thought I was the only one going through those horrors, but I wasn't. I think my oldest sister had been abused by him also. There was this one day that my parents weren't home, and my uncle came over, and I remember my oldest sister taking the three of us girls, and telling us to crawl under the kitchen table, and to not answer the door no matter what. We could see him looking into the window, and hear him saying girls it's your uncle answer the door. I was so scared, because I knew what would happen if we did open the door for him, he would make some sort of excuse to get one of us girls by ourselves. I also thought we would get hit by my dad because we were home and didn't answer the door for my uncle. I know what I say sounds crazy, but back in the day we had to respect our elders. On top of all that I thought I would get in trouble for the things my uncle did to me, because I knew the things done to me were wrong, and I didn't have the courage to tell someone, and I didn't tell someone because I thought I would get hit, what a vicious circle. All the while it was just four scared little girls huddling under the kitchen table until he left.