I get enraged when people use their religion or fear of differences to violate the rights of others. No more of this. Days had passed and there was no evidence left. I hear them go in. They made me uncomfortable and fearful of the future being shaped for my child. She was supportive, and gave no inclination that she would tell anyone else.
Days had passed and there was no evidence left.
The Night It Happened
Wendy Alcantara commented I craved a baby who would cuddle against my chest. He will never know the struggle firsthand. After kissing for a few minutes, he guided me to the bottom of the staircase that led up to the bedrooms. What kind of world had I brought him into? I expressed anxiety about this to him, but was simultaneously met with apathy and sternness. My mother may never address the traumas she suffered — or those she caused in my life — but I choose compassion over anger, reflection over recrimination.