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.

knew what he meant by that. He was implying that she had not gone through what he had and was thus unable to understand the reasoning for his choices. However, she did not understand why he was so reluctant to share what he went through with the reporters since it had already happened to

just remaining homeless on that soon-to-be-repurposed land. Rita frowned and wondered why he refused to speak

lost my home. Then, after I spoke to reporters, I lost my family too. Now let me ask you: if you were in my

did not expect that the profession itself had such a detrimental impact on his life.

want to understand what transpired on this land, such as why the developers appear to be at no fault whatsoever. Some even hail them

grudge when others have moved on. Perhaps I should've just left like everyone else. Then I won't have to

to the developers? Did they force everyone to leave?" Rita's heart raced