Everyone in the house was in either a drunken rage, a fit of hysteria, or completely incapacitated by alcohol. There was feces and urine on the floor. I was five at the time and had two younger brothers that I was extremely worried about and felt responsible for. We were trying to sleep on the floor in a pile of blankets. The noise was unbearable. I wrapped up my little brothers in the covers and tried my best to console them. I kept telling them that Mom and Dad would come and get us soon.
My uncle that I told you about earlier, came and sat next to me on the floor. Remember, this was my favorite uncle. He told me to lay down. I did not feel right. Soon he started trying to rub on my body. I tried pushing him away, but being a child of five and not very big at all, in fact, I think I was the smallest of my class, I was no match for a grown man who was highly intoxicated. I could smell the home-brew on his breath, and it was the nastiest smell I had ever smelled.