Touching herself
I come home from work, I unlock the front door to our apartment. I take my shoes off and head to the kitchen. I open the fridge door and go to grab a bottle of water when I hear distant noises coming from the bedroom down the hall. I follow the corridor down to our bedroom and hear the noises getting louder “A..a.ah..” I lean against the wall and peek through the small crack of the door opening. I see my little girl laying there, with her hand in between her legs. She’s wearing a baggy shirt,...