“Unearthing the Secrets: What the Ashes Reveal About Our Past and Future”
“I want to go to a friend’s,” I said at last.
The constable drove me to the community centre and gave me money for the phone. He didn’t comment on my rain-soaked clothes, or lack of coat and socks.
Later that night, I returned to John. But the question from the constable shifted my world. Just a little. He was the first person to acknowledge my distress. In three years, he was the first person to see my hurt and not turn away.
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It was hard for me to talk, to tell the truth about my life. And when the people around me didn’t give me the opportunity to try to find my voice, or acknowledge what was happening, they only reinforced the silence imposed on me by John.
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