Mama’s cheeks are burning with rage. She readies her mouth as a sharp scream disappears through its walls and her arms make hot contact with my bare chest before I could even blink. She should be happy for me. She should be elated that our neighbour, Paa Kow finds the curves on my body and the firmness of my boobs a delicacy that needs to be devoured. Wasn’t that what she wanted for me when she made me stay with him for a week – when I was 14 and experiencing the early phase of adolescence? She should be happy, right?