As I entered my house I faced the oddest response of my parents; they didn’t shriek out, didn’t scold me, didn’t hit me, didn’t yell, even didn’t ask me why instead they rushed towards me and grabbed me in their arms. I was absorbed in the emotional moment. I was crying bitterly, I just couldn’t stop, I was overwhelmed, I was broken, and maybe I was lamenting over my decision to breaking-up with him even if it was for a while. Mama and papa tried to hush me but little did they know what happened between us. After an exhausting episode of tears’ shredding, I calmed down and was brought to my room by mama. She laid me down and put my head on her chest, soothed me, and then politely asked me what happened to my neck, how did it happen and who did that?
“Did he do that?”
“No, how could he, h
