The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"He's a waste of oxygen. From the looks of it, he's probably done it countless times," Rita said. She had already grabbed a brick just in case the homeless man had not come to her aid. If he had not struck the drunkard on the back, it might have been his head that was in jeopardy.

When they relocated to another spot, Rita finally remarked, "Ah, so you can speak. I thought you'd keep quiet forever."

The man did not respond to Rita's jibe. He draped a thin blanket over himself and wrapped a torn cotton jacket around his neck.

"You haven't been through what I have," the man muttered.

thus unable to understand the reasoning for his choices. However, she did not

with another avenue to speak out rather than just remaining homeless on that soon-to-be-repurposed land. Rita frowned and wondered why he refused to speak

reporters are all the same. A year ago, I lost my home. Then, after I spoke to reporters, I lost my family too. Now let me ask you: if you

that the profession itself had such a detrimental impact on his life.

what happened then, but I'd still like to extend my sincerest apologies to you on behalf of the other reporters. Even though I'm still a newbie who has a lot to learn, I genuinely want to help you in overcoming your current situation. I also want to understand what transpired on this land, such as why the developers appear to be at no fault whatsoever. Some even

grudge when others have moved on. Perhaps I should've just left like everyone else. Then I won't have to face everything that happened after that. I was naive, and I thought that collective resistance would prevail. In the end, it was all just wishful thinking

'them', are you referring to the developers? Did they force everyone to leave?"