I was only eight years old when my brother started sexually abusing me. It lasted up till I was twelve; the memories are hard to deal with. It has only been by the Grace of God that I have been able to move on to an extent with my life. In 1992, I ended up opening to all my family members except for my mom. I couldn't tell her cause she isn't in good health, so therefore I didn't want to crush her heart. God has given me the ability to forgive my brother. As the saying goes its easy to forgive but very hard to forget. My heart goes out to every individual that has gone through this, Only God can help us when we're at our lowest.