

IncestI remember sleeping in the bed we shared. Was it wrong?Incest
I remember him always holding me in his arms. Isn't that what you do with those you love?
I remember mom finding out. Why did she cry so much?
I remember him looking away. Couldn't he meet her gaze?
I remember asking him if something was wrong. Had we done something bad?
I remember him wrapping his arms around me. Wasn't it supposed to feel this way?
I remember him keeping his voice soft and quiet. Did he whisper so as not to let mom hear?
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