Digging up tons of wounds was like gathering smelly rubbish. It was quite painful for me but I am thankful that I did it because now I feel so refreshed and free.
One of my deepest and most painful memories was my grandmother locking me up in a bathroom, which had many cockroaches, to punish me for something minor. I was locked in there for what felt like a really long time and I was terrified. My uncle worked in a police station and every time he came home, he would ask me lots of questions; “What did you do today? Did you do anything wrong? Do you need to be punished?” He inspected me every day. At school, my teacher once punished me for my poor grades and asked the rest of class to treat me as if I was absent. No one talked to me and they set me apart. I was very scared and lonely.
