I remember going for a drive with my dad one weekend afternoon. I was five. I remember being in the car with him as we drove down the hill from our house, ostensibly to go buy candy. Which we did but not until after he had molested me in the car in the countryside. I remember the sweltering heat and the way my skin stuck to the seat of the car. I remember going through the metal turnstile at the grocery store afterwards, feeling stunned and in shock. I remember being molested on the rough... Memories Finding Words
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