A memory just popped up: it was in Primary 6, just another day in normal lessons. I can't remember what we were talking about or what we were doing but the memory that I do remember is this: you pointed directly at me and said, "The bitch is there. There. You can't see it? It's right there on your head." Other people laughed like it was a joke, and I had to laugh along to fit in. Perhaps it really was a joke, or was it? Maybe that's the person I am to you today. Perhaps I am a bitch. Is that why you look at me the way you do now? That look of a stranger.

A memory just popped up: it was in Primary 6, just another day in normal lessons. I can't remember what we were talking about or what we were doing but the memory that I do remember is this: you pointed directly at me and said, "The bitch is there. There. You can't see it? It's right there on your head." Other people laughed like it was a joke, and I had to laugh along to fit in. Perhaps it really was a joke, or was it? Maybe that's the person I am to you today. Perhaps I am a bitch. Is that why you look at me the way you do now? That look of a stranger.