The first time I met her she was removing wallpaper from our soon to be living room. She towered over my 5’ tall mom while I hid behind, hoping she wouldn’t notice me and find me offensive in my shyness. I made my way outside to check out our new neighborhood. Her grandson, a year older than my 5 years, took it upon himself to pee in front of me, on the sidewalk outside the apartment we would in a few short weeks be moving into. Not used to seeing a boy’s penis, I started to cry and immediately shared this vision with my mom, who was inside talking to Mrs. Van A., standing in the hallway while the steam machine that removed layers of wallpaper moistened the entire living room.
To be continued...