“I had to summon courage to come forward and tell my story about Simi and her Mother’s Day care.

“I had to summon courage to come forward and tell my story about Simi and her Mother’s Day care.

I remember it in fragments.

I was just a child (5 years old) when my mother dropped me off at Simi mum’s daycare.

Back then, I didn’t even have the language to explain what was happening I only knew that something felt wrong.

She was trusted. Simi Smiled in front of parents. Spoke softly. Prayed loudly. But behind closed doors, that softness disappeared. The room would go quiet in a different way. Heavy. S¥ff©c@ting.

There were things she did to me, to us that no child should ever experience. Things I buried so deep that for years I convinced myself they weren’t real.

I told myself I was ‘too young to remember clearly.’ That maybe I misunderstood. But tr@um@ doesn’t forget, even when you try to.

Today, I’m typing this with shaking hands and t£@rs in my eyes. Not because I want p!ty. But because silence protects people like her. And it tr@ps people like us.

If you were a child and something felt wr©ng, it probably was.

And if you’re still carrying it in silence you’re not alone anymore”— man reveals.