THE HANGOVER AT FOUR

Story by Mercy Harold
June 30, 2018

"Come"he said ,it was one of those invites I was supposed to dance at as my brain cells knew him as my uncle, family of some kind.  "Go and buy biscuit "he jottered my brother away;

I was a 4 year old who maybe knew that physical connection was desired only during my "BRIDAL PATH".
he looked outside my age,outside my understanding and the innocence that surronded around the woman I was becoming;

"Turn around "another command I answered without a check of my innocence he tried to have his way with FORCE ; for minutes I forgot how the sunshine sweentened, I forgot the melt of chocolate, and the sound of my own giggle; all I knew was PAIN

   Suddenly mama showed up and broke the thundering moment, she saved me and she beat me and I wondered WHY?
Screaming inwardly, pain stabbed steadily every minute,why would she beat me? I was a 4 year old who didn't know that my loins would be visited at that age.

For a very long time my vision  entertained that notion, with no one to talk to, no one to share the torment, My assailant might have been living "happily ever after" but I still had drunk bottles from drinking questions that I couldn't answer.

     Forgiveness felt the sunshine and i spoke and love cut away the wayward lock of memories. ..I spoke to someone...
The feelings I had got exhausted, yes a good kind of exhausted.