NEAR MISS.
JULY 6TH 2003 I met a guy, his name is Jason. He is tall, light-skinned and has a cute smile. I thought he was genuinely interested in me and I felt he was ok since I met him through my brother. He told me to meet him somewhere at a garden. I was really excited about it because no one had really shown interest in me; I was beginning to think that God made a mistake in making me a girl. On the specific day we were to meet, I was really apprehensive about the meeting. I told him that I didn’t want to go but he insisted vehemently. I wanted to tell my brother but I insisted against it; I wanted to be a girl and have the kind of fun that other girls had. When I was done dressing up and was stepping out of the house, my mom who had been on a trip arrived at that same moment. I had totally forgotten that she said she was returning that day. Some part of me was relieved and the other part was a bit sad. You should have ...