and here is part 9 of my story. If this is the first time you’ve come across it, you can catch up on all the previous parts here too.
By Hassan Izzo
The woman, or rather, my ‘mum’, looked pretty confused for a minute, before her chirpy disposition returned. “Unusual, but OK.”
“Thanks…. mum.” Mum left the room and I stared up at the ceiling and pondered a few things, one of them being, what is it that girls have to do again when they have a period? My mind once again reassembled everything I’d heard and learnt and it came to rest on one point of fact: that there was something that had to go inside. I felt like crying. This situation would have to be addressed yet that was true for a whole host of things. I kicked the covers off, swung my legs onto the floor and stood up. As I did so I became aware that my lower back was very sore, as was my stomach. I rubbed them both as I tottered around the…
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