Haunting

When I was about five years old, I became aware of what cruelty looks like. My older sister, who is developmentally disabled, had gone up the street with me to play with the neighborhood friends. One girl named Marilyn took a keen interest in laughing at my sister. My sister was somewhat unaware of the nuances of this girl and the origins of her pleasure. Marilyn, out of the blue, told my sister to pull down her pants. My sister looked at her funny, but started to pull…