Memory as a child…
Once my father had a neighbor in the apartment complex where we lived off Orange Grove Blvd “babysit” us while he was at night school.
She was a black woman.
She brought over her family.
Her son tried to force me to eat his booger.
I was maybe five years old.
Her kids were mean to us.
I remember crying and feeling scared.
They ate all our food.
My dad never had them back again.
I learned to watch over myself.
It is sometimes better to be alone.
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