A strong grip on my collar with a left hand repeatedly slapping me in the face with the right hand. The strength of a grown man is no match for a 10-year-old. But he won’t let me go the slaps turn into hitting with a closed fist to my head. I lived this experience before. This memory ofContinue reading “Lifeless part 2”
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