Nightgown

I count the candles on the birthday cake.  12.  It was my 12th birthday.  There I am, eating the sugar racehorse from the top of the cake.  There I am again, mooning for the camera, making a face.

I flip to the next photo, and there it is.  The yellow nightgown.

I'm posing with my sister, my brother, and my stepdad.  We are grouped together on the floor, everyone in PJs.  My stepdad is reclining on one elbow, three kids sitting on the carpet in front of him.  I am wearing the long, yellow nightgown.  

Now I know  how old I was when he started touching me.