Honesty and Persistance
When I was in about 4th or 5th grade I finally worked up the courage to go to my mom and tell her that my father's mother was touching me in ways she shouldn't be. So one Sunday when we got home from visiting my dad I told my mom. I told her what she did to me and how bad it made me feel.My mom called my dad and told him what I told her. He said his mother would never do something like that but he would call her and talk to her.
The next weekend my dad took us to see his parents again. The same thing happened. She touched me in a bad way and I went home feeling dirty and used. I told my mom again. Still my dad would not believe us.
It has been a very long time since that started. He has never admitted his mother had hurt me or confronted her to ask if it were true. For years when I would tell anyone except my mom they would look at me like I was making it up. I stuck to my story.
Now I'm almost 21 years old and still I stick to my story. My story is the truth. My father also sticks to his story. His story are the lies. The more he lies the more he lets out a little more of the truth of what happened.
When you lie about something you have to remember who you told what and who you told something else. Pretty soon the lies begin to come apart like a rope.
When you tell the truth there is only one story to remember. The story stays the same no matter when you tell it or who you tell it to.
Now that the lies are starting to fall apart the truth is coming to the surface. No matter how long it takes stick to the truth. One day the lies will unravel and justice will be served.
