They embezzled my innocence. By age 4 my delicate rose was picked from the rose bush by my older cousin (17-20 yrs old). No consequences for his actions but somehow I was beat for it. I did not understand what was going on and what did I do. Now I am left standing with my rose torn from the bush. When I was 7 with my rose petals still intact, which I wanted to be pure and sacred, was no more. He was my mom's "Friend". He would bathe me but spent extra attention on my delicate rose. As time went on he began to rip the petals from my rose. I thought in order to save my rose I must tell my mom. My mom heard me but did not listen. I was now a liar. Her "Friend" continued to rip my precious petals until there was no rose, only a stem with many thorns. When I thought there may still be hope, I pleaded to my mom again when I was 12. I was led to believe that the storm was over and maybe my rose will grow back. I was a fool. The storm was only resting and came back. With only thorns left, I ran away into the fields in hopes of finding someone who could save my rose. There was no one. Now there is no stem, no thorns, no petals, no delicate rose.