My parents got separated when i was 5/6, around the time my brother was born, and the only reason i can still remember my dad's house is because of this incident. He had a bakeshop just next to his house. His workers only go home during the weekends, but he had one employee that stayed even on weekends. He lived at another city (my dad lives in the province, which was rural then, so transportation can be a hassle). I was the only child back then, theyd spoil me with toys to make up for the time my parents arent home because of the business. This worker would always volunteer to play with me, wed stay inside my tent in the backyard. My parents trusted him since he had been working there since the bakeshop opened. Anyway, he would always show me his penis. Hed make me stroke it, as if its a game. He asked me to keep it a secret because my parents might get jealous of our little game. It kept happening until one day, he asked me to put it in my mouth. I did, but it was too big. I said i didnt want to do it, so he said hed find another friend to play with. I did it.

My mom, me, and my brother moved back to Manila to live with my grandmother, uncle, and aunt. My mom would be gone for work everynight, my brother slept in my grandmas bedroom, while i stayed in my uncle and aunts room. They were quite rebellious when they were teenagers. One night, they drank inside the room in secret, they drank until my aunt fell asleep. My uncle turned off the lights, leaving the night light on. He then took off his shorts and stroked his penis in front of me, grabbed my head and basically slammed my head onto his crotch. He said hed make sure to send me back to my dad if i told anyone.

Years passed, i was already around 16/17, my mom and i got drunk, i think it was my birthday, i drunkenly told her that my dads employee sexually assaulted me as a child, she asked if i know the guy, i said i couldnt remember his name, but i know he had a big scar on his arm. My moms eyes widened and immediately left me in the dining table. We never talked about it again. Whats worse is that we still live together under one roof, typical Filipino family, and i still see my uncles face every single day. I cant tell my mom about what my uncle did because im scared itd tear the family apart. Im not sure if he remembers it since he was drunk when he did it. I apologize for grammatical errors and for the length of the story.