I choked on my tears, as I stared up at the ceiling. I was only six years old. My brother's bunk bed pillow was wet with my tears. I was only 6. I felt so disgusting. I felt dirty and unclean. I didn't want this. I wanted to be a normal kid. I watched him get his clothes on, and he looked at me.

Thanks. And don't tell mom or dad.

I cried hearing those words, as I thought my mother would be disappointed in me. He walked off, leaving me alone. I sobbed, covering my eyes. I curled into a ball and closed them tighter, shaking silently. Soon enough, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was in my big sister's bunk bed. The walls were pink and white, and I felt safe. My tears dried up, but the stains kept in my skin, sinking, like tattoo ink. Mariam, my sister, was watching me. Her monitor head displayed a sad kaomoji, as she felt my forehead.

Are you alright?

I nodded and hugged her. Her sweater was warm and fluffy, and I closed my eyes as I rubbed my face on it.

Your family will always be here for you, darling. No matter what anyone says or does. No matter if you're thinking of us or not, we will always love you.

I smiled, still hugging her. I never wanted him to do this. I never wanted this. But, now, I'm with my family. And no one can make me feel dirty anymore.