So at this point I was about 7 going on to 8 years old, I was really enjoying my life well new life living with martin, martin was quiet popular, so there would always be people around the house, if it wasn’t his friends it was his family. It was always nice to have people come around. I remember my mum being quiet sometimes she was happy with martin, they would dance with eachother, cook together in the kitchen. We would go to the kingdom hall as a family. But even though I was very young something didn’t seem right. I just couldn’t figure out what was wrong. One night when I was sleeping, my door opened and someone came into my room, it was martin he woke me out of my sleep, I don’t know what time it was but it was late at night. He said “jen jen” and tapped me on my shoulder gently a

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