...with a penny
I was just 4 years old when the sexual abuse for me began. I had swallowed a penny and went and told my mom and dad who told me to go lay down. We had an uncle visiting that day who over heard the conversation between me and my parents and quickly came to my rescue. I went to lay down on my lower bunk bed in the room that I vaguely remember my brother and sister also playing in at that time. My uncle came to me and laid down next to me - he told my brother and sister to not tell anyone that he was in there and told me he was going to rub my tummy to help the penny to come out. I just remember saying in my little girl voice, "But Uncle, that's not my tummy". He told me to hush that I would feel better soon.
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