“That was the biggest statement I ever made to that pedophile. His jaunty step went absent, his face was taut, and his hands were whitish pink as he gripped the red handle of the shopping cart. Thrilled, I skipped with glee to my mom in the bread aisle.”
“When they woke him up and told him to get dressed, he kept repeating, “Why is she doing this to me? Ang, why is she doing this?” My mom didn’t answer him. She just kept her head turned away from him. I don’t know if they took him to jail…
“One day I was having a Bible study with Rita, an older lady at our congregation. We were reading about the word molestation. I had never heard that word before that day. Rita explained, “It’s when an adult touches a young person’s private areas and does things to them.”
