WELCOME TO THE PRIMARIES

                 JULY 6TH 1996
      Hey, I started going to primary school this year. The first days were terrible but bearable because my big brothers were still there although not for long. I met a girl there and I already like her. She is as short as I am and she kinda is like me.
        Well things back at home hasn’t been really good. Another one of my father’s brother came from the village. He specializes in touching me in weird places. Would love to scream but he threatened the life out of me and me being timid and all,...well...I’ve learnt to get used to it. All I know is that no family members will come to my home when I grow up.
        Hey, I fell ill one time during the past year. It was so intense I couldn’t walk; I crawled. Dunno, but sometimes I like bad things to happen to me. I know I am mostly sorry for myself and really enjoy hearing people sympathize with me but something tells me that that is wrong.

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