Sitting on the bed in his grandmother’s room, two little boys in my care, I touched my face and I wondered if it was all in my head like he said.
There was a family get together at his parent’s house. I wasn’t very often allowed to attend family events. He thought it might look bad. He thought it might offend.
This time I was allowed, but I wasn’t supposed to speak.
We were watching TV in his grandmother’s room, two little boys in our care, when he told me off for something. I don’t even remember what it was. I was so incensed, I smacked his shoulder. Not hard, I was very weak.
As he hit me across the face I fell, from the edge of the bed where I stood, to the floor, hitting the bed on the way down. The two little boys looked on at the cousin they so greatly admired.
He left the room angry, angry at me for incensing him so. Angry at me for hitting him. Angry at me for overreacting, when he hadn’t touched me at all. I followed after him to his bedroom, and in hushed tones told him these boys were not here to see me, they were here to see him. I told him he shouldn’t have hit me. He told me he didn’t.
I walked back into his grandmother’s room, and I sat on the bed. The two little boys watching cartoons on the TV. I touched my face and I wondered. Was it all in my head?
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