Feeling anxious and tearful

When I initially felt the sticky wetness between my legs, I froze. I got it terrible and I understood it was: The start of my gentility. The possibility of ​​menstruation did not panic me as much as the prospect of being far from my family's rest, the kitchen, the god, the fun regular day to day existence. I haven't figured out how to revolt yet. So I went on and imparted my mystery to my mom.

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The next week was no uncertainty the most noticeably terrible and dishonorable immature. It was humiliating to sit tight for nourishment and water, eat in a different room, maintain a strategic distance from contact with individuals, and see grimy treatment. I contemplated internally: Never again, my little heart can't stand it.

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At the point when the following draining came, I challenged. Discreetly. I didn't enlighten anybody regarding Reglim. Blood stains were stressing. My stomach hurt as though somebody had been biting on it. More often than not I felt chafed and sorrowful. Accordingly, I turned out to be tranquil, I even constrained myself to chuckle and talk; After the primary, I didn't show up once more. It was my mom's sharp eyes that uncovered my lies around a half year later.

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