The sun emitted its light through the foliage of the big tree that shadowed the long bench where we had been sitting since five minutes ago. The wind swished in my ear through hand fanning my neck as if whispering something I could not fathom. Getting on public transport with many people inside it made me sweat. I let my face up listening to the sparrows chirping while waiting for words from Vera’s mouth.

We were in the park. It would be a perfect place for us to talk about the things I did not want to expose to my mother. It was the bullying I had grappled with that...