I regret having children.
Especially a daughter.
One day, while I was walking down the street with my daughter in her stroller,
A man groped me from behind.
I couldn’t do anything because I had my daughter with me,
But I saw him.
I knew what he looked like.
I knew where he usually hung out.
I told my father and I wasn’t ashamed of it.
“We told you to stop dressing that way,” he said.

I was going home another day with my mother when I saw him.
I didn’t have my daughter with me.
I went up to him and said,
“You think you’re a real man?
You think you scare me?
I’ve been living here for twenty years!”
There was someone standing beside him,
Who turned out to be his brother.
He slapped him across the face.
“You had it coming.
Come on, why are you so quiet?
He did to you what you did to me.
You’re getting beat up by a man.”
Then he slapped him again.
“I had my daughter with me.
Shame on you.
How was I supposed to chase after you?”

Standing up to them made me realize that they’re not real men.
They’re not even human.