I was just 6 years old but I can remember all perfectly. I used to live in a house located in the hood “Departmental”. I lived there with my father, my mother, my sister and my grandma. This house was not my parent’s, it was the house of my aunt but she allowed us to live there for some years. When we lived there, we didn’t use to be a close family, we didn’t share too much time together. My father and my mother were so strict, humble and responsable. They used to work all day. My sister were so studious, moody and rude. We used to be alone all day practically. My sister’s name is Maria. Maria used to bother me a lot when we lived there because she was about 4 years older than I was so she use to take advantage of that. When my father’s went to work and I stayed alone at home with my sister, she started to behave as she was my mom. She started to give me orders about things to do like washing the dishes or going to buy her some candies. I used to hate her a lot. It was so frustrating because I couldn’t declaim to any of her orders or she would punish me. She also used to hit me with a belt. When my fathers arrived from job, I used to tell them about what my sister did but THEY DIDN’T BELIVE ME. They used to think that I was a stressful boy who did not behave well. It was so frustrating for me. My parents never believed me about the “authority abuse” of my sister, the always thought that she was an angel and I was the devil.