Her Younger Brother Didn’t Have Enough Money for His School Uniform, the Teenage Girl in Taichung Was Conned into Selling Herself for Sex

Selling their bodies for these nickels and these, dimes, without enough education, and NO other, viable skills, that’s what, these, younger generations of “girls”, do, because of their, life’s, circumstances, and thankful, that this john has a, “conscience”, or maybe, he just didn’t want to get charged with STATUTORY RAPE, either way, this adolescent got out!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

An adolescent girl in Taichung from a poverty-stricken home, because her younger brother is entering into high school and her parents can’t make enough to buy him his new uniform, she’d gone online to find opportunities to make the money, selling her body for sex, met a man, Hsieh, but she got her sexually illicit photos of her in her underwear and bras, taken and stored without her consent, and Hsieh used it to pimp her out, one of the johns found out the sad story of her life, felt sympathy toward her, and, didn’t have sex with her, still paid her the four thousand, and suggested she go to the cops, the court, after reviewing the facts, sentenced Hsien to sexual exploitation of children and adolescents, sentenced him to a year ten months, and fined him $30,000N.T.s.

girls, being SOLD for SEX, at this young an, age…photo from online

The investigators found, that in July of 2022, through WeChat, Hsieh posted the ad of “the girls who want to make some cash, text me privately”, and because the adolescent needed the money, she’d contacted him, and met up with him at a motel, and Hsieh was well aware she was underage, still made her strip to her panties and bras, and her breasts, the photos showing her right breasts a little, then used the photo, to introduce the johns to have sex with her.

On July 24^th of the same year, two johns contacted Hsieh, and took the adolescent to the motel, planned to have sex with her for four thousand dollars N.T., but the adolescent worried that the sexually illicit photo of herself will get leaked out by Hsieh, worried that her identity will get exposed, she wasn’t in the mood to sell.

During the trial of the Taichung District Court, Hsieh claimed that the adolescent asked for a loan when they met at the net café, and asked him to match her up, and he’d written up the receipts for the costs for her.  The adolescent girl claimed, that her younger brother is entering into his first year of high school, and needed the cash to buy his uniform, she’d found a job opening on WeChat, thought it was only chatting with others, she’d asked Hsieh, that she was under eighteen, if she could work, Hsieh told her she could.

She said that on that day, she was taken to a motel, when Hsieh asked to take shots of her, to start a file on her, that it would be easier to set her up for the “clients”, and, shortly after that, she was taken to a motel, and found that Hsieh had texted her sexually illicit photo to a john, and didn’t know that she was getting, pimped out from before.

A john also testified, that he was searching for “hookup”, and met the adolescent, after he’d learned about her life’s circumstances, how her younger brother didn’t have the money to pay for his new uniforms, that was why she was in a hurry to make some cash, so he didn’t have sex with her, but still paid her $4,000N.T.s, and suggested that she call the cops.

Thankful, for this JOHN with some small amount of, CONSCIENCE, that he’d not abused her sexually, used her body for SEX, and gave her the cash, and told her to call the cops, otherwise, this SEX TRADE would’ve, happened, and this still just showed, how EASILY, these younger “girls” can, sell, at such a cheap price too, because they’re, too, desperate to make some quick cash, and being their age, they got, NO other, VIABLE, skills!

Age: Seven

The memories of loss, at such, a young, age…how could a young child at this young an age, make sense, of the death of, a parent???  Translated…

Later, whenever someone asks, I would tell them, that my mother died when I was, eight years of, age.

It was noontime, on October 23^rd, 2011, when my father was driving, with me, following the siren-sounding ambulance, from Linkou to, Chiayi.  After we got out of the car, we’d burned the paper offer money, offered the incense, folded the gold nuggets.  And, a ton of elders I didn’t recognize, came in and out of our, home.  And my father was still as usual, told me to show my, courteous, side to all.

A day passed by like this.  Four days, passed as so too.

On the evening of October 27^th, a large birthday cake sat, on the living room coffee, table, with three candles, colored green, white, and pink, with the number, eight.  Then, Happy Birthday sounded off.  My father, my uncle, my aunt, my older cousin, my grandparents, clapped to the rhythm of that song.

her seventh, also, a symbol of, loss! Photo from online

After they’d sung, I’d, closed my eyes, with my hand together as in prayer, my ten fingers, bent.

After a little over thirty minutes, before my mother’s photo, there was, a huge, piece of cake.  I stood in front the portrait of my mom, hands together in prayer, again.

“Today is my birthday, today, I’m, eight!”  I’d spoken lightly, in my, mind.

Eight years, it’d, felt like, mom was with me, an extra, year.

So, at the young age of seven whole, you’d, lost your, mother, and it’s, such a young age, to suffer from such an, enormous sort of a loss, but, you and your families, tried to, make everything go as smoothly as possible, with your mother’s presence, her memories in you, on your, birthday, and, although, you’d lost your, mother, but, you will always have her with you on your, birthday…

The Night that Just, Kept, Getting, Away

How your friend from childhood was there one day, and vanished, without a trace the next, and you couldn’t, find him, again…translated…

In my elementary school years, until before I entered middle school, there was a good friend of mine, he was the same age as I, but, entered school earlier, became my, older schoolmate.  I forgot how we got, connected, only recalled that we’d, played together in my childhood years with him, we live on the same alley.  Compared to him, I’m, more social, whatever toys that’s trending in school, whatever it was that I’d, played, and, maybe, it was because of my easygoing nature, that all the kids on our street would find me to play, the cardboard smackers, marbles, hopscotch, spinning the tops, the card fights………..anything that’s available for me to play with, the kids then, played just as much as the children do now.  While he’d, always gone off on his own, he’d loved to read, story books, comics, the encyclopedia too, he even, enjoyed reading the textbooks, and so, when we’re with him, he’s always, the smartest kid with all the answers of us all.

Naturally, we were, children, and, from time to time, we’d, gone off to catch the grasshoppers, to catch the sand ticks, pulling the clovers to play tug-of-war with…………all of these games, suited for, conversations.

When there are enough people, we’d roleplayed, sometimes, he would be the monk in Journey to the West, at times, he’d played the third follower, sometimes, he was, the bull who was the bad guy, and I, always, the Monkey King.

He’d written the scripts to all of our plays, he’d known more than we had.

We’d also done things that other kids didn’t, gone on strolls, and shared conversations.  He’s, really, knowledgeable, had too many stories to share.

In middle school, he’d read even more, with the student identification card, he could go and check out books to read by himself, it’d made me in the sixth grade, too envious of him.  Later, as I got to middle school, the very first time I went to a comic shop to borrow the books, he took me there.

One evening, he came to find me, we’d strolled, slowly to the end of our, alley, that was when he’d told me, that he was, moving, I was, surprised, and asked him, why.

I forgot what he’d told me, perhaps, it was a reason, that no child could, fight nor, object, to.

He was from a single parent family, I’d never seen his mother, his father wasn’t like a nine-to-fiver, I’d always seen him during the workhour.  His father was really tough on him, we could never go and find him when he was studying, when he was having his meals, or when he was doing his, homework, otherwise, he would, end up, getting, hurt.

That was a really dark night, there was the moon high up, but, we stood in the shadows of a pickup truck as we talked, like we didn’t want to see each other’s, faces, there wasn’t any specific smell in the air, too clean, that it’d not felt like the supper hours.  I’d asked him where he was moving to?  He’d told me, he wasn’t, quite, sure.  I’d told him, to try and get back in touch, once he’d, settled down.

He’d stated, surely, and after awhile, he’d said it, again, but I’m not, too sure.

The following day, he’d, moved out, for real, the very, next, day, as I came home from school, it was like the alley had, forgotten, completely, about, him already.

As night came, I started, crying uncontrollably.

He’d let me know he was moving, at the, very last minute.

So, the night from before, he’d come to, bid, farewell.

Surely.

And later, I’d, started, piecing together the story from the adults, which was, totally opposite of what I’d, imagined, but, because these were, word-of-mouth, rumors, I’d, not minded those, versions of the, story.

He’d never got back in touch with me, he’d, become, lost, more so than the wet letter with the address blurred out by the rain.

Time became a pen, with everyone a different story of, coming into, being, I’d not stayed, at that broken but still clung on night, later on, there were the suns, and the rains that came to me, a mixture of, good and, bad.  Toward this friend, I’d, not remembered much of him now, I can’t even clearly recall, what he’d, looked, like, but the voice of his speech on the night he came by to see me, how he’d, stood under the lamplight at my front door, how the flies buzzed under the streetlamp, the loneliness, the darkness beside that pickup truck, whose phone was ringing, being at the end of the eighties, that touch and feel of the late night of the start of autumn, unfortunately, that’s, stayed in, and for decades, it’d had, nowhere to, escape to, even if, it wanted to, escape.

So, this is on, how you’d, lost contact with that important, significant other of your, childhood years, he was, a friend to you, and yet, he’d, left you behind in time, just like that, and you didn’t know what had, happened, because you were, way too young, and all you recalled, was how this friend of yours was there one day, and, gone, the next…

The Social Services: the Instructor Didn’t Mistreat the Boy, that They Have No Grounds to Strip Her of Her Parental Rights

But, given the circumstances of how this infant boy was, “made”, don’t you think, that the teacher would be, ill-fitted as a, parent?  I mean, after all, she had, RAPED her student, and had him, knocked HER up!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The sixth grade instructor, Hsu sexually assaulted her student and had a child, the case shocked the society, due to how outrageous it was.  Based off of understanding, the newborn infant is now, in the care of Hsu and her families, the Department of Social Services of Taoyuan stated, that although Hsu had committed a crime, but the infant wasn’t mistreated, that the government agencies had no right to strip her of her parental rights.

Based off of understanding, Hsu was insistent on giving birth, the Social Services stated, that Hsu hadn’t been found guilty, nor given a prison sentence yet, hadn’t started serving her time, and is currently living in Taoyuan with her newborn son, that they live with the families, as the social workers visited, and confirmed there was no economic difficulties, and the infant was well cared for.

The Social Services told, that if the verdict confirmed that the female instructor is to serve time, if the infant isn’t three-years-old yet, the infant will be allowed to go into prison with the mother, if the child is older than three, then, the female instructors’ families, relatives, or friends will have custody; if the instructor couldn’t find anyone to look after her young, and there’s no place to place the child, then, the Social Services will assist in placing the child.

The attorney, Lu pointed out, under civil law, if the female instructor asked the high school age student to adopt, the law would usually consider it from the young child’s benefits, and, as the DNA confirmed that the infant is the high school student’s, there is a very high chance that the high school student will be the adopted parent of the baby.

Lu told, that as soon as the birthfather was found legally to adopt the child, he will immediately be held responsible for raising the child, and if the mother is having economical difficulties, then the mother can ask for the alimony and child supports too; and, because the child is his by blood, even if the birthfather couldn’t maintain his own livelihood, at the least, he will only be allowed to, have the reduced responsibilities to raise his own young, and not having his caretaking responsibilities eliminated completely.

If Hsu is sent to prison, who shall take care of the infant?  Lu told, because the high school student didn’t file for the adoption of his own young, he isn’t legally bound as the father, and isn’t responsible for raising the child, while the principles of who is to raise the child, it will be based off of the laws’ orders of the next-of-kin.

And so, this takes the responsibilities of the biological father away, completely, and that’s, not right.  Surely, you had sex with your instructor, when you were a minor, but she had given birth to your child, and because you are still in school, and can’t provide for yourself, your responsibilities of being the child’s father, to provide for him, to raise him, automatically gets, reduced or, eliminated?  What’s that going to tell future cases like these, huh?  That we can have sex, and reproduce a ton of illegitimate children in the world, and, the government will be responsible to raise every one of these, babies up?

The Experts: the Emotional Wellbeing of the Victims Needed to be Looked After and Followed Up Long-Term

Of course it does, especially in these cases of, POWER RAPES, and yes this is still, a POWER RAPE, as the instructor had, PREYED on the, innocence of this, sixth grade, “young boy”, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The Victims will Easily be Misled in Future Intimate Relationships with Others

An elementary school instructor from Taoyuan sexually assaulted a sixth grade boy, got pregnant and had his child, was sentenced to seventeen years six months, the case can still be appealed.  The psychiatrists pointed out, the sexually assaulted victims who were minors in the future, in establishing intimate relationships, will easily become, confused, and won’t be able to set the boundaries of the body correctly, suggested that the victims sought out professional psychological counseling, the events occurred three years ago, and due to the verdict coming out, it’d gotten, brought back up again, and the victim of the case may be impacted in a negative manner, and will need long-term accompaniment of the families, and will need to get followed up by the mental health professionals too.

Lee of the addiction of the Chianan Rehabilitation Center told, that the original role of the school instructor is to protect the students, and here’s this case of the female school instructor, assaulting the student sexually.  The elementary age children’s minds are not yet mature enough, and, when they’d been raped, or misled into having sex with an adult, they may have a hard time, establishing a secure attached relationship with others in their future, and couldn’t set the boundaries of their own, bodies, and would have a harder time, getting into the stabler relationships too.

Yeh, the psychiatrist from Tri-Service General, the assistant director of research for the hospital stated, after the incident came out, there’s the need for the care and concerns for both the victims and the perpetrators.  The teacher, after sexually assaulting the male student, got pregnant, and gave birth, and the outside world may deem her as a pedophile, he’d believed, that the classic pedophilic is feeling the sexual arousals with the thoughts of young children, that this was hard to determine if the instructor had such tendencies based off of what’s been stated from the news.

the mug shot of a school teacher who’s been arrested for sex with a student who’s a minor, off of the internet

Yeh stated, that modern day society puts an emphasis on protecting the children, before child is mentally, psychologically mature enough, the adults should never force, misguide, lure them to have sexual intercourses.  As the instructor was having sexual intercourse with her male student, she’d only had her own sexual needs in mind, didn’t consider the consequences of her own impulsive behaviors, and it may affect herself, and/or others too, to even, greatly impact the child’s, future.

And so, this is circling on how WRONG it is, for the adult (the female instructor), to entice this “young boy” (sixth graders should’ve have the senses, you’d think, right???), to having SEX with her, and she ended up pregnant, and carrying his, offspring, but, the news story circled around what this teacher did was wrong, because she is, the ADULT, and she shouldn’t, used her “power status” to get the boy to have sex with her, that the boy was only a child, still in elementary school.  Now, think about this, if this boy was older, say, like, fifteen or sixteen, and the same thing happened, with his teacher, would the society go down as hard on the teacher, in the circumstances, compared to this one?  If not, why is that, huh?

I mean, we all know, that RAPES are wrong, and if you have sex with an underage minor (as defined by law), that will get you a prison term, and who knows, you might get the Scarlet Letter of a “pedophile” branded onto your body, but, these days, these children mature, too quickly, and who’s to say, that a twelve-year-old child, isn’t, mature enough, mentally, and ready to have sex already?

Just a consideration here, and no, I still don’t believe it to be, OKAY, for a teacher to have sex with her/his, student, no matter how old you are, how old s/he is!

The Female Elementary School Instructor Sentenced to Seventeen Years & a Half for Sexually Assaulting a Sixth Grade Boy

Go take THAT up with the judge, why don’t ya? And, how’s that, enough, to cover for what the kid’s lost, his virginity, his innocent, and that’s, just, the two most, INTANGIBLE things he’d already lost (and never ever gonna get back again!) in this, awful, experience?  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

A female school instructor from an elementary school in Taoyuan had sexually assaulted a male student, used the early morning study periods, and nap, a total of, at least, NINE times, and got pregnant, and gave birth to a child.  The district court of Taoyuan tried the case, found her guilty on two counts of forcibly having sex with male of under age fourteen, seven counts of sexual intercourse with a male under age fourteen, sentenced her to seventeen years six months, this can still be appealed.

The verdict pointed out, Hsu was the young boy’s homeroom instructor in his fifth and sixth grade years, she knew the boy was not yet fourteen, in the computer lesson on the first day of school after the winter vacation in February of 2020, he’d pulled the boy from the prep room of the classroom, disregarding the boy’s unwillingness to, against his will, forcibly, raped him.

In March of the same year, in the music lessons, Hsu called the boy into the instrument room, and had sex with him; during nap in April, in the breakroom, she’d disregarded the boy’s unwillingness, had sex with him; in May during class, and in June during the nap hour after lunch, she’d called him into the break lounge to have sex with him.  And, during the early morning study hall sessions, and in the restrooms of the floor of the classroom, during the nap hour after lunch in the breakroom, she’d fellated the boy, and touched his genitalia.  The boy’s father finally found out, and called the cops.

During the trial, Hsu denied all the allegations, claimed that she’d only had sexual intercourse with the boy once, and that he’d, forced her to, and she was pregnant because of it, claimed that she was actually, dating him, that the boy promised her, “hoping I would be his girlfriend, and he’d called me, ‘honey’.”

The boy testified, that the very first time he was assaulted by the female instructor was the first day of school after the winter vacation was over back in 2020, the teacher messaged him to go to the small room during break of first period, and as he’d entered into the room, she’d told him to take his pants off, he didn’t want to, but, didn’t tell her that he wasn’t willing, and followed her orders, after she’d taken her skirt and panties off, she’d lain on the floor, and taught him how to have sex with her.

There were other students who’d testified, that at the noontime nap after lunch, the boy often got called in by the teacher into the breakroom, sometimes alone, sometimes, with other students, don’t know why he got called in, the student thought that the teacher showed more care and concerns toward him, then, the student testified that s/he saw the boy getting called in almost on a daily basis.

The judge considered, that Hsu, as the boy’s school teacher, had to uphold the principles of being an instructor, but instead, to satisfy her own sexual desires, forced her student to have sex with her, that she’d not respected the boy’s right to have sex, disregarded how the boy was a minor, had impacted his mental, physical health in a bad way, which may lead to his not trusting in the systems of education, and considering how she’d denied the offenses, even after the evidence proved that she’d raped the boy, not reached a settlement agreement with the victim and his families, sentenced her to seventeen year six months.

And this is how, these young children, became easy targets to, power rape, I mean, she’s the teacher, and, you were her student, and so, naturally, she’d held that authority over you, which made you scared to tell.  And, the nine counts of sexual assault only got the predatory female instructor a total of seventeen years and a half, that’s still, NOT long enough, because, who’s to say, that after she got out on “good behavior” (because you CAN FAKE that too!), and is out on parole, she won’t, reoffend again?

The Collapsing of Medical Assistance Needs in the Gaza Strips, One Child DEAD Every Ten Minutes

See what the wars do, to the, most innocent of all, children???  And, these god damn governments still, continued, these atrocious acts against, human, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The secretary of W.H.O. Tedros on the tenth, stated at the UN Security Council, that every ten minutes in the Gaza Strips, a child is dead, and that the medical provisions there had, collapsed too.  He’d even warned, that there’s no safe place in Gaza, and nobody is safe there as well.  The officials of Gaza stated, since late in the nights on the 10^th to the early morning of the 11^th, the surrounding areas of the three hospitals had the series of bombing and explosions.  The director of the largest hospital in Gaza stated, that Israel is now, attacking the city hospitals in Gaza.

Tedros mentioned, that the W.H.O. had confirmed since October 7^th, that there’d been, 250 raids on the hospitals on the west side of Jordan and Gaza, just last week, there’d been five hospitals which were, under attack.  And since the war between Israel and Hamas started, there’d been twenty-five attacks of the Israeli medical units.

The BBC and the CNN both reported, that the officials of Gaza stated that the Israelis had used the air raids on the surrounding areas of at least three hospitals on the tenth, the witnesses retold, that the hospital in northern Gaza, and the children’s hospital were raided and bombed continually, the director of both facilities, Mustafa al-Kahlout stated, the hospital had been, trapped by the tanks from Israel, that nobody was able to leave.

the video that showed the adverse effects of war on people’s lives, off of YouTube…

The Israeli army stated for many days, that the Hamas had hidden all the weapons in the underground tunnels of the area hospitals, which made the hospitals legitimate targets, on the tenth, the Israeli army even stated, that if the Hamas fired from the hospital, then the Israeli forces will surely, return fire too.

Up to the night of the eleventh here, based off of the Gaza estimates from the officials, since the war started in October, there were at least 11078 citizens who were killed, 27,490 wounded, and Israeli’s death went from 1,400 down to 1,200, with 6,900 wounded.

So this is so far, what the casualty of war looked like, just like Russo-Ukrainian Conflicts that’s now, “left the studios”, because there’s the NEW war we’re all, tuning, into, in the Middle East now, those who’d died, are the innocent civilians, people who don’t even want to be a part of any of this wars, but, because the governments wanted to take over each other, that’s why, the fight continues, and more are going to, die because of it, and what’s worse, is that as these missiles started firing off from a distance, they don’t LOOK where they’re landing, they don’t have EYES, and many of these missiles from the air raids, all landed, in the, medical facilities, MURDERING innocent, civilians!

And this, is the CRIMES of, W-A-R, that’s, currently happening, on the, global, planet right now…

Are the Children in Palestine Still, Alive

Living in these zones of war, I’m pretty sure, that they would want to, D-I-E for sure…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

On November 3^rd, the New York Times aired an interview lasting only two minutes thirty-five seconds shot in 2023, in the documentary, the children in Palestine were asked, “what are your dreams?”.  In the backdrop of bombs going off, fires everywhere, the interviewed children talked of their dreams of the future: of wanting to become a soccer player just like Ronaldo Luis Nazario de Lima, doctors who saved the lives of the injured soldiers of war, the engineers who’d helped build the broken walls back up, princess who live in the castle in the clouds, made of candy, the final child was one who’d wanted to return back to live in his own grandfather’s, home.  As the reporters pressed him on what other dreams does he have, he’d responded back, “What bigger dreams are there, then, going home?”

Are all these children still, alive now?

On October 7^th, the Palestinian Extremist Hate group, started the horrifying terrorist attacks on Israel, with Israel immediately, retaliating.  The head of D.o.D. in Israel ordered the halting of provisions of electricity, water, food to Gaza, stated, “we are fighting with human animals, we will, take the needed actions.”

“Belated Justice” is an idea from the autobiography of head chair of South African “Truth and Resolve Committee”, Tutu, on the memories of investigating the truths of a hate crime, “without forgiveness, we have, no future”, that’s been made into a movie.  The daughter of Mrs. Morobi was murdered because she was an African, as she’d heard the testimonies of how brutally her daughter had been murdered, she told one of the officers who’d attacked her daughter, “You’d taken the most beautiful thing in my life away, you killed me just as you’d murdered my two children.  Although you did NOT participate in the physical murder, you’d never thought about, protecting, her.” “An adolescent girl was in your control, but you’d never shown an inkling of mercy, what sort of evil are you!”, “When they told me my child was dead, I’d cried inside my heart I want to kill you, that’s the heart  of a mother, crying out loud”, “but I don’t want my daughter’s death to be tainted by revenge and death, because she is beautiful, beautiful to the point, that your ugliness can’t, taint her, memories.”

like this…photo from online

Orwell in “The Animal Farm”, wrote of how the characters led the herd to the land of milk and honey, taking inspirations from the Declaration of Independence, wrote about how the animals, after the revolution was a success, wrote the seven commandments.  Of them, the final two are “animals shall not kill other animals”, and “all animals are created equal”.  But these animals never expected, that the pig named Napoleon, and his goonies, after they successfully gained totalitarian power, changed the two commandments to “without any viable reasons, the animals shall NOT slaughter each other”, and “All animals are created equal, but there are some animals, who are, more equal than others.”

As the P.M. of Israel stat4ed, that the Israeli government will avenge the death of the country’s citizens to the end of days; as the Israeli military spokesperson admitted knowingly, that there were the children who were in the refugee camps who are Palestinians, they’d still dropped the bombs.

If we switch out the character of the swine and human in Animal Farm with the Israeli government and the Nazis during the World Wars, would it be, more precise, in describing the group of Israelis now?

or this…

will they, come out of war, alive??? Nobody, knows…photo from online

So, this is the impacts of war, or any conflicts on the lives of children, and it’s always the children who ended up, the worst, many had, already lost their lives in the conflicts in Ukraine and Russia, the Middle East, and all of the wars since the start of times, and, we are, allowing for this, because we are all, bystanders, just watching this, FREAK show play on.

We need to do something, but what?  We can’t make a different, we’re only, individuals…but maybe, if we stand together, we can, be loud enough to get, all those, voices that were silenced, heard!

Got Lost on Our, Ways

Encounters of your younger years, that you’d not realized, that’s, caused you, to start to, lose that, precious, childhood, innocence…translated…

When Taiwan’s economy was taking off, I was, only, so, young.  My father in my elementary years, bought his first car, with the car, it was like having a set of stronger, legs, he could, take us to, travel farther, away from home.

The farthest we’d gone, was Hualien, to my maternal grandparents’ house.

From Taichung to Hualien, on this island, that’s, a long ways, away.  Maybe my parents worried that we might get bored, they’d always, invited a lot of others to drive along with them, at least, there were, three, four other cars, and at the most, six, or seven, or, southbound, from the Maple Habor of Pingdong, turned into the Southern Loop Highways, going the coastline of Taidong, northbound to, Hualien; or, heading up north, before the Snowy Tunnel had yet started to operate, driving down the turns and twists of the Taipei-Yilan Highway, turning into the Suao-Hualien Highway, southbound to Hualien; or, just, cutting across through the middle of the island, through the Central Mountain Ranges, climbing over Dayu Peak, coming out of Taroko, straight, to Hualien.

Whichever way, it’s, too far, I’d always, gotten carsick, and, whichever way we’d gone, it was, too fun and I’d, enjoyed them very much.

Can’t remember when it was now, I only recalled that mountain pass that I can’t see the front, it was already two, three in the afternoon that day, there were, three, four cars, we still had gas, but, we were, all, wiped out, didn’t have lunch.  And finally, the sporadic buildings came into sight, we’re, finally, entering into, the village.

Call it a village, it’s not really, the dozens of mansions lined up on both sides of the path, that small mountain village that was like the lined up satellite.  It was during the noon nap hours, all the windows and doors are, shut, no pedestrians, no shops, we watched, and got antsy, if we can’t get the meals here, we may have to, eat the, weeds soon.

And finally, as we were, about to, sped out, we saw the sign, “food shop” of a steel shack, people were sitting outside, both sexes, sitting and chatting leisurely.  The loud karaoke singing came blasting loud from within the shop, with the distancing echoes, there’s, that scent of leisure, of loss to the noises.

We saw food, and immediately, parked, the doors opened, and the men at the doorway heard, they’d all stopped talking, turned and looked at, us.

We’d, rushed across the streets, we were like a gang, of them, a couple stood up and waved at us, with that feel of shyness, like they didn’t know how to welcome us to sit down.

Are you, still, operating?

What would you like?  The leading person was an elderly woman with curls, with bright red lipstick, and she was the only one who’d, walked toward us, and, everybody else sat still, looked around, like they were, bored out of, their, bones.

Are you still serving foods?  We’d inquired, and walked into the shop.

That was when the few who were sitting behind the elderly woman got up, and, blocked us.

Sorry, we’re not open.  The elderly with the red lipsticks said apologetically, I thought she’d, looked, at, me.

Aren’t there people still singing inside?  Something simple would be, fine, fried rice or noodles will do, just to fill us up.  We’d all, chimed in.

The elderly woman had the difficult look on her face, passed that questioning gaze to person next to her, and the man looked, just as she had.

My mother or aunt started, looking into the place, and a man that was a part of the group, blocked her.

We aren’t making any foods.  The elderly finally replied loudly, the voices of singing started, loud, making the roof of the steel shack buzz, the scent of alcohol, and food were there, now, I’m really, interested to see, what’s, happening inside.

As I was a teen, and still trying to understand, why are there, these small eateries that don’t make any foods at all, a few of my elders finally got it, they’d, halted themselves.

We’re, doing, that!  The few elders seemed to have, understood, and they’d, started, halting, their, steps then.

We’re, a brothel!  The younger girl next to the elderly woman stated.

What?  An elder was still, inquiring.

We’d, selling!  The middle age man who blocked the way stated, in a dry voice.

Suddenly, it was like, the air, froze.  Then, both sides started, laughing dryly, like they’d, gained some sort of, a, consensus.

Sorry, sorry.  We’re now the ones, feeling, embarrassed, and my elders started, apologizing profusely, and we all got into the cars, and left.

I forgot how old I was, or what I’d understood about “selling”, only recalled how that sign with the “Small Eatery” on it, and, ever since, it seemed, that everything had, alternative, meanings.

And so, this, is how you’d, lost your, innocence, or maybe, you’d, maintained it, for a bit, longer, but this is the kind of exposures to SEX that came too, unexpected, in our, childhood years, and, as we thought back, we’d finally, understood, not known, how we’d, started, losing our, innocence since that, very first, unknown, unexpected encounter with SEX we’d had in our, younger, childhood, years…

Alice Dug HARD, into that Rabbit Hole of Her, Childhood, Memories…

Alice dug HARD, into that Rabbit Hole of her, childhood, memories, like that dog that went CRAZY, as he’d remembered suddenly, OH, I got that BONE hidden somewhere in the, Y-A-R-D, and I’m gonna, find IT!

Alice dug HARD, into that Rabbit Hole of her, childhood, memories, she’d dug to TEN feet down under, and, still hadn’t hit that “oil well” she’d longed to find yet.  Where did it go?  Where had it all, gone?  She’d wondered, I’d DISTINCTIVELY remembered, burying ALL those childhood fantasies I’d left behind in my parents’, backyard, right underneath, that tree that I’d, fallen asleep that warm afternoon…

She’d dug deeper into her memories, to try and find some clues, but, came up, empty!

what Alice, became…photo from online

Alice dug HARD, into that Rabbit Hole of her childhood memories, not knowing, that all of her childhood fantasies were, gobbled up, the moment she decided that she needed to stop dream, start, growing up, and join the rest of the adults (zombies), that are, working in respectable positions, with the degrees that they’d earned.

Alice dug HARD, into that Rabbit Hole of her childhood, only, to discover the deck of fifty-two playing cards, with the QUEENS of EVERY suit gone missing, with the kings of every suit, torn up, faded, the jacks, all had, holes in the center…

Alice was, never going to, find her childhood again, because she’d, grown up, and lost her way, back into, the Rabbit Hole of her childhood.