 When Cindy and her friend returned to the building where she previously met with Oldpa for their second meeting they saw that the man was there waiting with some papers in his hand instead of Oldpa. He handed the paper to the lady upon saying hello and shaking their hands. “I decided to write my story,” he said, smiling at the woman. “I want to save you or your friend time. You don’t have to stay here for many hours interviewing me or trying to counsel me. I have had some counseling in the past. So there you have it. The words on those papers say everything I have gone through. All the things that happened to me since the war began to the present time are all written on that paper.
The words on that paper represent my life. This is my story.” The lady looked at the papers and look at the man’s face. But he did not say a word again. He just stood there looking at Cindy and the lady anticipating their reactions. His eyes were dim and shackled. And he was staring as though with fear……..
The lady took another look at the papers the man handed her and without
a second thought began reading. At the very top of the first page he wrote in bold words what appeared to be the title of his story:
“Growing Up Naked.”
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