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She was young and innocent, Yet she had a strong character, every time her mother touched her inappropriately she would get angry, it was uncomfortable and it hurt, her mother would touch her with that repulsive hands
She can't do anything about it, she is only 7-8 years old, how could a child defend himself from his parent, the one who is supposed to care about you, the one who is supposed to support you, not doing that. Every time she complained about it, her mother would tell her that she was being overreacting, that it was just a game, nothing harmful or bad (it was). Now, she hate sleeping with her mom, because that means she would do that, she felt so powerless and alone, wishing her mother would understand that she doesn't like that game, but that never happened.
She never changed her clothes in front of her mother, because she will judge any curve, any roll, her tiny chest, her body. But, if she complained, she would become overdramatic, she wanted her daddy to protect her, but he's gone (dead) and couldn't protect her anymore. She would pray and pray for God to stop that torture, but no one would hear her cries, no one would hear her, no one. She was alone by herself, doing her best to be a good daughter, but getting lost little by little. Was defending oneself worth it if it meant being humiliated, beaten, insulted? It was better to ignore it, to immerse oneself; it was like floating endlessly on water, time blurred and soon you didn't know what day it was, what time it was, everything that had happened was forgotten like the time
Her older brother couldn't do anything too, they we're kids, they weren't supposed to a front all of that, it wasn't fair.