By Lillian Kwok
After all we are just little boys and girls. After all he hasn’t done something terrible, only something wrong. It’s almost not me there in a too-loose shirt and summer skirt, while another boy stands guard at the door. My hands aren’t even angry, my eyes are somewhere far away. He says something to me that I’m not listening to. My sister and I are still young enough to take baths together, but no one has to tell me that this isn’t the same thing. After he’s done I sit outside and wait for my mother. I wonder if now I know a little bit more about love.
Published by Zoo Cake Press