She can’t remember a time Uncle Chris has scolded her, much less lay a hand on her. Never. He has always been so gentle, understanding, and forgiving of her. Even when he was summoned by the Guidance Counselor for a misdemeanor which equals to felony in adult years if you factor in her age that time, she didn’t hear him speak a harsh word to her.
At age nine in fourth grade, she sent a 12-year-old boy to the hospital. She nicknamed him Fung, short for Fungus. She thought if ever a fungus would reincarnate into a person, it would certainly look like him. Ugly, big-nosed, buck-toothed. In short, a sickening face. Fung had a penchant for lifting her skirt any chance he got and giving her slips of paper with a picture of a wiener on them. Fat, small, pink, green, bald, whiskered. To her young
