“No!” Izzy screamed, running to hide behind Rebecca’s legs. Rebecca ruffled her daughter’s hair as her great-uncle, Otto, continued to demand a kiss.

“Leave my daughter alone!” Rebecca growled.

“Brat!” Otto spat as he left the room.  Rebecca scooped Izzy into her arms, nearly knocked over by a long-forgotten memory.  Another uncle, another family gathering, another girl.

Give your uncle a hug!

She felt his wet lips against her cheek, his hands hidden from view. Her stomach flipped, her anger turning to sorrow.

“I don’t like kisses,” Izzy tearfully whispered into her hair.

Neither do I.




18 comments on “Memory

  1. Singledust says:

    feel the undercurrent message of this story….teach the kids from young certain things are off limits and to trust their instincts

  2. mandibelle16 says:

    Eek! One of those uncles, needs to be in jail!

  3. Marquessa says:

    Yes, children shouldn’t have to go against their instincts.

  4. Joan says:

    That seems like child molestation. I hate it when relatives choose to pry on those they ought to protect. such devils

  5. Great story! Very powerful!

  6. luckyjc007 says:

    Great story! I’m sure this child will be well protected from people like that, so sad her mother wasn’t . Every child should be taught that they are in control of their own body and it should not be violated.

  7. Nortina S. says:

    Disgusting! Forcing a child to grow up too fast because of a sick man. I hate things like this. Great story, so emotional but, GAH! There’s a special place in hell reserved for people who do this to children.

    • Jenn says:

      I agree! I don’t have a daughter but if I ever do I’ll teach her that her body is her own. She doesn’t have to give anyone a hug or kiss that she doesn’t want to. Thanks for reading!

  8. BarbCT says:

    The uncle may not have been an abuer in the same sense as her mother’s was, but no child should be forced to kiss or hug someone.

  9. sudershana says:

    Well written !
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