Once I stopped a little girl from being raped. The memory has a nightmarish quality now. I was 10-11 year old and the culprit was a 15 year old boy we called Brother. I burst upon the scene just in time with that instinctive dread and the thought of what-if-I-hadn't made me shake all over. All this while the mothers were outside, talking and laughing.
As summer holidays loom large and I prepare for my mother's harangue that I need to give more freedom to my children, meaning I should let them live with her for two months without my accompanying them, I think of that day and the day my sister almost drowned and some more days and I feel angry and sorry that my mother left so much on a kid's judgement. I hope my children live more freely than that.
As summer holidays loom large and I prepare for my mother's harangue that I need to give more freedom to my children, meaning I should let them live with her for two months without my accompanying them, I think of that day and the day my sister almost drowned and some more days and I feel angry and sorry that my mother left so much on a kid's judgement. I hope my children live more freely than that.
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