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I asked, "How's your childhood like?"

First, she told me it was okay.
"Let's just put it this way. If you asked me whether I want to go back to my childhood, I would refuse it. I don't want to go through it all again," she continued to say.

I nodded.

She told me, "I was very pretty. And shy. I used to cover my face with my long hair."

She was raped when she was 17.
She didn't tell anybody up until three years ago because she was ashamed of herself.

After the conversation, I sat on a chair. I stared at nothing and I felt empty inside.
Suddenly, I felt like a giant wave of sadness swept over my head.
I got up and went to the place where I knew I could be alone.



I sat on the stairs and I cried.