A few minutes ago I got a call from my mother. Uncle who molested me is back in town. For good. I do not know what to feel. Just the other day I had nightmares of myself strangling him till he’s blue. I cry thinking about his sinister smiles, the way he would look at me. Mother said he’s old, frail, sickly, so they took him in to take care of him.
My end of the line was dead with my silence. Nothing left for me to say.
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