Forehead kiss

Sara POV

"Mama, I want to tell you something." While my mom was busy in the kitchen, it felt the most comfortable to share Uncle Joe's truth with her.

"Tell me, Sara; I'm listening." Without glancing in my direction, she responded.

"Please, Mama, don't ask me to live at Uncle Joe's place. Please take me into town with you."

"Why, my dear? Was Uncle Joe not nice to you?" She refused to even look up from her cooking to meet my gaze.

"Mama, he touched me when I was sleeping." I tried to give her some indications about the situation because I was afraid to tell her exactly what he had done to me.

"Sara, why are you whining to your mother about me?" Uncle Joe snuck into the kitchen just as I was going to warn my mom about his nefarious plans. Because he was my dad's close friend, he frequently paid us visits.

For our family, he is like a member of the family. My mother also had an unwavering trust in him, which is why she always sent me to his place when my parents had to go somewher