This is when I lived in washington. I was about six. I’m ashamed to say I’m posting about a girl whose name I’ve long forgotten. I think, though, that it was Jules.
She was a friend of mine that lived right across the street from me in a nice little neighborhood. I never knew she was abused, but it was pretty bad apparently. We usually played outside and sometimes at my house. We typically never went to hers, which was okay with me, I didn’t like her house. Her mom made me uncomfortable and I wasn’t a fan of how dirty and unorganized things were with […]