"How do you mean?" Carol asked anxiously. She would have given out anything to get an answer to that question.
"I…I…" Kristin said as she got more frustrated. She started clicking her tongue and once again, tears welled her tear glands. Sensing she was going to have a breakdown, she walked back to sit beside Carol.
"I was sexually assaulted when I was young. I have carried that trauma with me since my childhood," Kristin managed to say between hiccups and for a moment, Carol was lost for words.
"I'm sorry," Carol said and Kristin shook her head and said, "Don't be. It's not your fault,"
"I know but…" Carol said but Kristin interrupted by asking that she listens instead.
"When I was young, we used to live with my uncle, my father's brother. We blacks work twice as hard as you Americans so most often, my parents weren't at home," Kristin started and Carol felt anger rise within her. Wasn't Kristin's statement racist?
