Ever Hold Facebook ad: “She's six. It was midnight. She handled it.”

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My daughter called me from a sleepover at midnight last Friday. She's six. I sat straight up in bed and my wife grabbed my arm before I even answered. I need to back up. My daughter's best friend is a girl named Lily. They've been inseparable since pre-K. I know Lily's parents. We've had dinner at their house. Good family. Nice house. The kind of people you don't think twice about. Lily has an older brother. Fifteen. Quiet kid. Always on his phone. Never pays attention to the younger girls. My daughter had been begging for a sleepover at Lily's for weeks. We said yes. I dropped her off Friday at seven. She ran inside without looking back. My wife and I fell asleep on the couch like we do every Friday. Normal night. Then my phone rang. 12:07 AM. Lily's mom's number. My daughter's voice. "Daddy, I need you to come get me." I asked her what happened. "Lily's brother came into the living room after Lily fell asleep. He told me to take my pajama pants off. He said it was a game him and Lily play all the time. I said no thank you, my body is my body. He said I was being a baby. I got up and went to Lily's mom and told her I need to call my daddy right now." Then she said, "I want to come home please." I was in my truck in forty-five seconds. When I got there Lily's mom was at the front door. She looked like she hadn't stopped crying since my daughter woke her up. She kept saying "I'm so sorry. He's never — I had no idea." Her son was in his room. Door closed. Lily was asleep on the living room floor. She didn't even wake up. My daughter walked out holding her pillow in one hand and my hand in the other. Got in the truck. Buckled herself in. Asked me if we could get drive-through on the way home. At midnight. After what just happened. She wanted chicken nuggets. Because to her it was handled. She said no. She told an adult. She called her dad. Now she was hungry. I pulled into McDonald's at 12:40 AM and ordered chicken nuggets while my hands shook on the steering wheel. She was in the backseat dipping them in barbecue sauce humming a song from school. I almost lost it right there. Not because of what happened to my daughter. Because of what he said. "It's a game him and Lily play all the time." Lily is six. She's been in that house with that brother her entire life. And she didn't wake up. I can't go further with that thought. But I can't unhear it either. Here's what I keep thinking about. What if my wife hadn't started reading those body safety books to our daughter six months ago? My daughter would have been on that living room floor in the dark with a fifteen-year-old telling her to take her clothes off. She might have done it. Because he said it was a game. Because Lily does it. Because she's six and didn't know any different. She would have come home Saturday morning and I would have asked "did you have fun?" and she would have said yes. And whatever happened on that floor would have stayed in her. Growing. Quietly. I would have never known. My wife found Safe Kids Path online about six months ago. She started reading them at bedtime. Our daughter loved them. Laughed at the pictures. Begged to read them again. I'd walk past her room and hear them giggling and think it's just another bedtime story. Last Friday at midnight my daughter used the exact language from those books to say no to a fifteen-year-old, walk out of the room, report it to an adult, and call her father. In the dark. Alone. At six years old. My daughter was in a dark room at midnight in someone else's house. I was asleep on my couch. She handled it. Because my wife read her a bedtime story. That was the only thing in that room protecting my daughter when I couldn't be.

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safekidspath.com

She's six. It was midnight. She handled it.

Safe Kids Path