The hand of that adult that touched my face is still clearly etched in my memory, as if the past continues to haunt me, right before my eyes. I try to force myself to sleep so that the image of the past will fade away, but no matter how hard I try, it never seems to disappear. So, I wake up and ask myself what I should do. What kind of adult am I going to become in the future?

"My semen could probably answer me."