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Summary:

This was a real story that i had faced in my life.I had heard that life is full of Hardships.But my sister faced the hardships in ultra pro Max.Yes! A Savage uncle named Gopi and My Beautiful Sister named Annie.Let us see what are the turn out events that my sister faced by the ruthless Uncle Gopi.Though I could Only say that her pain towards the journey is Inevitable…
 

 A sudden Events in Annie's Life:

I was totally dependent on my sister Annie. We went to the same dance and Sunday school courses, shared the same friends, and she is two years older than I am. She used to complete my homework for me if she finished it before I did, and I used to do the same for her on days when we played outside after school. We did argue occasionally, of course, but they were short exchanges that ended quickly. She was someone I looked up to. I would flaunt her in front of my peers.

My father believes I should have more patience with her because she's still a vulnerable person.
However, our relationship took a turn for the worse five years ago when my uncle harassed her while I was in the adjacent room. She was 14 and I was 12.
My grandmother had a three-story house where a large portion of my family lived, including my mom, sister, aunt, and two uncles. On New Year's Eve, I was awakened from my sleep by a nightmare about four in the morning. I walked downstairs to check if my mom was sleeping in the living room, but she wasn't, so I went to watch TV in my grandmother's room. My grandma worked at night, so I thought my sister would be in there as we frequently slept there, but she wasn't. Subsequently, I detected footsteps.
Unexpected Events:
As I opened the door, I noticed my Uncle Gopi standing at the end of the hallway, staring at me. He spoke something incoherently, but I was unable to hear him. My sister then ran into the bathroom, as I witnessed. She was wearing a T-shirt and no jeans. That they were both awake in the middle of the night struck me as strange.

Annie went about her regular after-school routine in the morning. Before preparing breakfast, she spent two hours watching TV in my grandmother's room, brushing her teeth and smoothing her chocolate-colored hair. Yet I sensed that something wasn't quite right.
Her face was reserved. Her gaze flitted over the space. She would typically be playing with her dolls or chattering away happily. (Although she was too old for dolls, she still enjoyed playing with them.) But she didn't do any of these actions. I enquired as to her condition.
"I felt Gopi's touch," she remarked, gesturing to her vagina. It astonished and perplexed me. Although I was aware that she had been assaulted, I didn't anticipate our uncle acting in such a way, particularly in a crowded house. To call our mother at work, she requested me to fetch her the phone. I was not privy to the conversation.
After a short while, Uncle Gopi rapped on the door. I unlocked
"Where's Annie?" he inquired as he entered the space.
I didn't want to tell him to get out out of consideration. I lied, saying, "I don't know." Gopi opened the closet after noticing the light within. As I watched them, I sat on the bed. Gopi peered through the closet door. I just heard brief bits of his remarks, but "Please don't tell your mother" was the one I remembered the most.
"That's not feasible right now," I reasoned.

I went downstairs to prepare my own breakfast after Gopi left. The idea that this could occur in my own home infuriated me. I felt guilty for not waking up a bit earlier. Perhaps I could have prevented it. I thought I was the world's worst sibling. Now and then,
We brought Annie to the doctor when my mom got home from work. My mother is quiet and collected when she's under stress. With my aunt, I passed the time while waiting outside the doctor's office solving puzzles from a puzzle book. I was anxious because of the hospital's white walls. The fragrance of cleaning supplies and immunizations permeated the air.
Annie came out with my mother. "She is not hurt. He also failed to get through to her. Everything is good so far," my mother said. Although I can't recall Annie's behavior, I do know that I didn't even consider trying to console her. I was too young to understand the extent of this tragedy.
My mother went to the police station after the new year to file accusations against my uncle.  My mother informed me, "She just wants the rest of her house fixed." When this occurred, Uncle Gopi was in the process of making repairs. After the repairs were completed, my grandmother eventually ejected him, but my mother didn't think she was fair for allowing him to stay for so long. I didn't hold her accountable.
My mom moved in with her cousin who lived a few blocks away and sent us to live with my dad for a while since she couldn't afford to rent another place.
For a few months, my mother enrolled Annie in counseling. It didn't appear to help, though. She was quite irate. Her gaze was intense, as though she was mentally tormenting Uncle Gopi. When the time for court came, Uncle Gopi entered a guilty plea. He had to serve a few months in jail for this plea, and upon his release, he was given the designation of sex offender. He was also prohibited from seeing my sister by a restraining order. She didn't think he should have been in jail longer. We haven't communicated with him since.
My sister and I had a troubled, distant connection over time. Most of the time, she was upset with me. She hit me hard, something she had never done before. I was too little to realize that I was probably the target of her anguish and wrath. I missed our intimate moments and good times. However, I gave up wishing to..…

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