My tears won’t stop falling. The memories of what had occurred to me resurfaced. I recall the ones who abused and molested me. When the baby abruptly kicked me in the tummy, I closed my eyes even more. It was as if he knew I was weeping and wanted me to calm down.

Someone held on to both of my shoulders. Because of the darkness, I couldn’t see his face. He doesn’t make a move, like if he’s waiting for me to calm down. I now wipe the tears from my eyes and cheeks while holding my heart. He can just call my name since I will go if he...