54 of 210 : The Neighbor’s Son
One day, when I was five (such youthful exuberance!), I ventured out into the world hoping to have an adventure. In the woods behind my house I encountered a stranger, the adult son of a neighbor, who molested me; my childhood disappeared that day. Not all adventures are happy ones.
posted by Sewa Yoleme @ 1:08 AM
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2 Comments:
Amazing. From bright sunshine to utter darkness in 50 words. Brilliantly told and utterly tragic.
Oh.
How brave of you to write about this.
Oh.
How horribly awful.
Oh.
How my heart aches for you and all children who lose their innocence in this way.
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