Frozen at His Grave

On Christmas when I was 6 years old, my brother and I were molested while delivering gingerbread to the neighbors in our village.

My brother died protecting me that day. His life stopped forever.

After that, Mom would tell everyone I was a "slut" who seduced men all the time.

She even dressed me up prettily and sent me to stay with the old bachelors in the community, taking turns for a few days each.

Mom said it was to train me, to prevent accidents from happening again.