The rest of that day was one of the most humiliating times of my life.

I was poked; prodded, photographed and videotaped…it was like I was being violated all over again.

Mom broke down crying when I went over everything that I could remember about the past four years with the detectives, social workers, and psychologists.

The police escorted us home so they could arrest my dad.

Ten minutes after he was in handcuffs, my uncle was too.

They both tried to deny everything, tried to claim I made it all up and that I was just a messed up kid.

I thought everything was okay now that they were locked away…it wasn't.