What you did to me

by Regis Boff

I have a vengeful memory. I never forget. I would hurt the kid next door who would knock me down and steal my hat to make me cry in front of my father. That was 62 years ago. I would welcome the opportunity to see him again.
My other dangerous trait is that I can keep a secret. People trust me. They should because I only focus on a particular few. Those few sooner or later will forget what they did to me. It never goes well for them.