Childhood Strange Story

Then I was a child. Maybe 6 years old. A boy, like 18 years ago came into my home, as my drawing teacher. I was a small child then. Maybe a 6-year-old kid. An 18-year-old boy came to my home to teach me drawing. A few days later, he touched my fingers and said, "Your fingers are very beautiful."

 I was then a child, so I became very happy hearing this because I thought him a big brother. I thought that since this brother loves me a lot that's why he is saying this. One day he was hugging me from behind.

 I was a small child, I was thinking really this big brother loves me a lot.

 So one day I happily said to my mother, "Mom, you know, this big brother loves me a lot."

Hearing this Mom immediately asked me, "Why, what does he do?"

 I say then everything that he does.

 The next day, when he came home, Mom shouted over him and said "Aren't you ashamed to flirt with a little girl like your sister?" Then Mom kicked him out of the house.

 After that, my mother taught me that if anyone else does this again, I must know that it is dirty.

 Since then I understood, what is good and what is bad. My mother is truly my heart.