THE BROKEN SILENCE 2.

CHAPTER 2: Samuel's Change.

I continued to observe Samuel as he played in the park with his friends. Although he tried to disguise it, his energy and joy had significantly diminished. It seemed like he carried a heavy burden on his young shoulders. I approached slowly, trying not to interrupt their game but hoping to find a way to help him.

After recess, when they returned to the classroom, I noticed that Samuel no longer sat in his usual seat. Instead, he chose a table at the back, away from the others. This worried me even more, but I decided to wait for the right moment to address the issue with him.

Days passed, and Samuel became increasingly distant. He no longer shared his thoughts or experiences with me. He even stopped participating in class and started missing school more frequently. It pained me to see his transformation, and I felt powerless for not being able to do anything to help him.

Finally, the day came when I couldn't stay silent any longer. After class, I approached Samuel with determination and asked him to stay for a few minutes. His evasive gaze concerned me, but I knew I had to try to reach him somehow.

"Samuel, I know something is happening to you," I began with a soft yet firm voice. "You have changed a lot since you moved in with your aunt and uncle. You used to be a happy and active child, and now I see you sad and isolated. I want to help you, but I need you to tell me what's going on."

Samuel lowered his gaze and sighed. It seemed like he wanted to tell me something, but something held him back. I persisted with patience and empathy, assuring him that he could trust me.

Finally, tears welled up in Samuel's eyes, and they began to roll down his cheeks. Amidst sobs, he managed to articulate a few words, "My aunt Rosa... she does things I don't like... ever since my mom started working, she stays with me and touches me inappropriately."

My eyes widened at Samuel's revelation. In that moment, I realized the gravity of the situation and the responsibility that rested on my shoulders. It was my duty to protect and care for my students.

Moved by his confession, I embraced him and assured him that I would do everything possible to help him. I promised him that I would speak to his parents and take the necessary steps to ensure his safety.

However, when I called Samuel's parents and told them what he had revealed, I encountered their disbelief and denial. They argued that children often make up stories and that it was likely that Samuel was angry because his aunt didn't allow him to watch television late at night. I felt frustrated and helpless in the face of their lack of understanding.