I don't want to play the victim nor the pity card and I don't care to draw moralistic lessons about forgiveness, suffering, or justice. I write this only because I cannot keep ignoring it. Quite simply, it is time to acknowledge out loud that it happened and it hurt. Because it did.
** It has been a long, long time since I wrote this. I found it in an old notebook while I was clearing out and I realised that almost everything I write about has happened in the last six years. So here is something from long, long ago and far, far away.** Boy raised the … Continue reading Boy