After my daughter was raped, the perpetrator turned things upside down and slandered my daughter as his fiancée.
Just because the perpetrator has connections in the city.
I went to the police, but they didn't dare to intervene, dismissing it as a civil dispute.
I went to the court, and the judge turned a blind eye to the evidence and even threw me out.
Not only that, but the perpetrator also spread rumors online, claiming my daughter was a prostitute.
Suddenly, the entire internet was insulting my daughter, calling her a shameless tramp, accusing her of falsely alleging her fiancé of rape for the sake of dowry.
But everyone in our village knows that my daughter is not like that.
Ten years ago, when the commander personally brought my husband's remains and first-class medal, he said that my husband was a hero who sacrificed himself for the country, a martyr, and the pride of the nation.
My daughter is a martyr's family member, a hero's descendant.
But now, I want to ask again:
Why is it that when a martyr's family is humiliated, no one can stand up for them?