By Noemi Allende
So I stand at the oakwood door wondering what waits.
“SANDRA!” My name was called for the second time. A shudder runs through my spine knowing it wasn’t going to be pleasant.
At the age of ten I was introduced to the world, when I entered the room. The hairs on my neck went up. The smell I smelled was not of any I’d smelled before as I looked up at the man sitting on the bed with my sister. They were both without any clothing.
“Take your clothes off,” my sista said.
I hesitated because not until that moment had I ever questioned or disobeyed my sista. But the vibe in the room was of something I hadn’t yet understood.
“Why?” I asked wondering why she would make me feel so embarrassed.
So I obliged and that was the day they called me a woman and now ready to start in the trade.