CASSANDRA WILLIAMS
Startled and shocked, she turns and looks at me. Her eyes pop out and hands fiddle with each other. My drawers are open, my clothes are on the floor and on the bed, and some of my private documents are opened.
What was she doing; what was she looking for in my room?
“Cassie... gosh, why didn’t you knock? You scared me!” Her voice is trembling.
“Oh... this is my home in case you forgot. I asked you a question, Auntie; what are you looking for in my room? Why are you going through my stuff?”
She keeps quiet for a few seconds as if she is gathering her thoughts and answer me, but I thought wrong. She was looking for an excuse and now she is turning me from being a victim to a guilty person.
“Are you raising your voice at me and accusing me of something, little gir
