I accepted a lie. It was easier and not so scary. But now I can straighten out the lie. It’s painful to come out of the numbness of lying, but I can know I’m safe now.
What was the lie?
That I fell down the stairs. Actually, my father had hurt me. But it was to save me from being scared of my father. Thankfully, he’s gone now.
We were so much victims of the war, we did not have a strong family.
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