Child Abuse
“I was five years old when my landlady’s house help deflowered me in the backyard of our building. I remember the day like it only happened a minute ago. I was playing a game of hide-and-seek with my friends and we were running around wildly, looking for where to hide our little buttocks…”
The adults ogled me over like I was a strange commodity that had appeared in the market for the first time. No, I was not a strange thing that had fallen from heaven.…
Nostalgia, I play with that word in my head. These days I wonder so much in my mind that I find it unnecessary to leave my apartment. Preferring to stay indoors mulling…