Why sex education is important to everyone?  It is a sin even to say that word in my house: the scenario is the same in your house too. I guess. I am not saying to get addicted to porn videos. A lack of awareness would make them one:The Lack of education and stigma in the minds of people is the reason for many abuse cases: sex education is not only about damn sex, it’s also about understanding your gender and the opposite gender too, how to respect them, and knowing their feelings. Oh hell, it’s not our thing, I had forgotten. We are living in the facade of unbothered lies. It is tough to explain our parents, but there is always a way to express and make them understand. I written a small story,I don’t say it as fictional one: I had written considering unveiled truths.

Have a good time reading!!!

The windows in the room started to sway to and fro against the wall in the heavy storm, and the thunders filled the gaps of the silence in the dark. The little girl wasn’t able to sleep peacefully in her room. Leaving the room at this hour is another challenge for her. She cuddled her teddy and wrapped the bed sheet over her body. The heart palpitations reminded her how silent the room was. Finally, she decided to go and sleep in her parent’s room. The little girl left her room with Teddy and closed the door. She approached her parent’s room with quiet steps, and the room door was left open. The lightning illuminated the room as it streamed through the partially closed window, casting light upon the two naked bodies. The little girl didn’t understand the slightest thing. “Why daddy is biting mom’s neck,” she thought. The little girl stood motionless behind the door. The adults reciprocate each other’s desires without glimpsing the little girl at the door. She then went to her room, visualizing the same thing in mind.

At dawn, the little girl woke up with a dream, perhaps the nightmare of her parent’s naked bodies. Her mother came to the little girl’s room and took the girl into her hands. “Hey, sweetie, have you slept well last night?” the mom asked the girl. “Uh, Yes, Mom,” the little girl lied to her mom. The mother took her daughter to a bath.

“Mom, I brushed my teeth,” the girl said. “Okay, come now, we will play with water,” Mom told her daughter excitedly. She started undressing her daughter’s dress. “Mom, are you going to bite me just like the way daddy bit you last night,” the daughter asked her mother. The mother was speechless: She forgot to breathe for a second. No answer was striking her brain.

Finally, she gathered words and said, “No, dear, I wouldn’t bite you,” “Oh, then what were you doing last night,” the little girl asked curiously. She was again speechless. “Well, you will know once you grow,” the mother told her daughter. “Oh,” the girl replied. “How much do I have to grow? Mom”, the girl asked again. “I will tell you once you complete your breakfast,” the mother replied. “Okay, Mom,” the girl replied. The mom had not told anything, thought that the girl had forgotten.

After two days

The parents were busy with their work in the afternoon, and the daughter was playing in her room with her teddy. It was lunchtime, and the father resumed work and arranged plates on the dining table. He called his daughter for lunch, but she didn’t respond. He then reached her room and opened the door. There she was, top on the teddy, biting its neck undressed. The father was shocked and processing the scene. He signalled his wife to come, and they both stood still. And don’t know how to react to the situation.

What If her mother explained to her that day?

“I will tell you once you complete your breakfast,” the mother replied. “Okay, Mom,” the girl replied.

“Dear honey, the scene you saw last night wasn’t biting,” the mom said, doing the dishes. “Then, what, Mom?” the girl asked, sitting on the kitchen counter. “It is the way of expressing love,” the mom replied. “Well, like the way I love you, and you love me?” the girl asked her mom. “Yeah, but it was different, and we express love differently with different persons?” the mom said. “Like our Tommy will move its tail when he sees me after school?” the girl asked innocently. “Yes, dear, exactly,” the mother said, caressing the daughter’s hair.

“When they hug you, you must feel safe. When they kiss you, your body mustn’t feel harmed,” the mom said. “No one should touch your private parts,” the mom continued. “Oh, even you? Mom,” the girl asked her. “Well, when mom and I will not harm you. Will you feel unsafe when I hug you?” the father asked. “Nonoo, papa, I feel so happy,” the girl said.

“So, when you feel happy, safe, it is a good touch, and when you don’t feel safe, then it is a bad touch,” the father said, taking his daughter into his hands. “Oh,” the daughter replied and kissed his father.

“It’s time for a group hug, ” the mother joined them.