They say, "Home is the happiest and safest place in the world". Is it really? This question is haunting me since my childhood. I am not sure if it was my mistake for getting molested by a person in the very safest place in the world for god knows how many years till I got conscious about what exactly was happening to me. Is it my mistake for not having maturity to realise that someone is doing something wrong to me at such tender age? Is it my mistake when the very happiest and safest place in the world shattered my peace and soul to million pieces. Is it my mistake for not shouting out loud when no one at least tried to care how I feel? Is it my mistake for hating my family? Am I an irresponsible child for being stubborn to obey my parents order when I know that I am not happy doing things that makes me uncomfortable?IS IT REALLY?