When I held her, his body was smaller than I imagined it would be… she smelled a little like sweat, mixed with a smell of betadine, a trace of efficascent and mixed with a sweet laundry soap… I didn't hate myself for thinking about it more than I thought I would… s**t… is this really normal? To feel my heart pounding so erratically?
Hindi ako naniniwala sa pag-ibig simula ng bata pa ako. The parents' fight with the eyes of the young child and innocent me was pathetic. Even more so, knowing the reason was because of my father's shame. He lusted after one woman to another. It was disgusting, hearing moans from every corner of the mansion. And I know I wasn't the only one who witnessed the scene with disgust, mother was too. But far from my imagination, Mom didn't do anything to Dad. She tu
