My father died seven years ago, and she had to struggle to grow up with me alone. I love her very much and want her to be happy. Today, my mother told me that she wanted to come and kiss the man in front of me. I seemed to like him very much, but I didn't know that, half a year ago, when he got to know me, he raped me! He kept doing it to me and blamed me for seducing him. Because I didn't want my mother to suffer more hurt, I chose not to say it and endured him trampling over and over again...