Earlier today when I was talking to mom, she said that her first – first – memory of being interested in a woman was when she was fourteen with her mom, my grandma. Xxnx Something about the hymen?”
“But no, because wouldn’t your fingers suffice then? No sag what so ever.”
Sveta just blushed. And I really, really wanted to just say “No! They’ve been separated for years, they don’t do social visits to each other.”
“Yes, but have you told him?”
“No … I don’t know if I should. “And how was your first time?” mom turned to me. “I just want to sit here with you for a while.”
Something happened in my heart as she said that. When the war finally came to Baghdad they moved to Denmark and the “pen and paper” attitude came along with them.
