They have never seen what really happened. With their own two eyes. The string of incidents. Heart breaking. Heart aching. Heart hardened.

Mouth full of foul words tossed proudly at my parents. No regrets. Never any. The incident kept on repeating.

They are never scarred.

They can still talk to the bitch.

They can still accept the bitch.






No, they have never seen the scarred memories with their own two eyes.