Years later when I was a teenager and I went to visit a family member in a different part of the city, my grandfather who by now was a lot older traveled for a few hours to bring me gift - an expensive watch.
I felt so appreciative and cared for.
I had forgotten what he had done to me.
When the memories returned years later my sense of betrayal was horribly painful and overwhelming.
I began to doubt the veracity of my memories, until one day I spoke to my aunt (my mothers sister) who described being raped by her father.
After that I knew that what I remembered was true, and my trust in the human race was destroyed all over again.