I was climbing up the stairs, and I was wearing a short yellow jacket.
I always wear it on top of my pajamas when my mother sends me to buy her stuff from downstairs.
A tall and thin man, wearing a brown jacket came and stopped me,
He slipped a hand down there.
He started asking me questions like:
“What floor is your apartment on?” and “Where is mommy?”
I tried to push him away but he stopped me.
I can’t remember what happened next, or how I managed to continue climbing the stairs.
I didn’t understand what had happened, but I cried because I felt that something was wrong.
I kept screaming and crying,
But I wasn’t crying because of what happened,
I was crying because I was scared of my mother.
“We’re going to tell people that he was trying to steal your book bag,” mother said.
But she knew that he wanted something else,
And she kept screaming “You’ll bring us shame!”