Memoir of

The Unforgiven

The story of a Child-Molester.

My memoir

1 The Love and Hate of Being Born

My mom was Fifteen years old when my oldest brother was born at least a month early. From his first breath he struggled to hold on to life but was not strong enough to stay with us and died after twelve hours, held by his Mom only once before being put on the incubation machine. […]

2 The First Touch

After almost two years on the mainland I was back in Hawaii. I know it was about two years because I had graduated from Mary Moppet’s pre-school, and I had attended Kindergarten. I did not realize it at the time, but we had returned because my father had killed himself. We got back in December; […]

3 The Day Everything Changed

I stepped into the bathroom stall then turned and locked the door. When I turned and started undoing my pants, I noticed several books on the floor. My mind took a moment to ponder what it meant, but the reality was that I had to go and get back out to my hamburger and chocolate […]

4 A Day in the Life

“Get your asses up!” he yelled, and then followed it up with, “if you’re going with me to the beach, you better be ready in ten minutes, and R-,” yelling at me, “get my nets and put them in the back of the truck.” I groaned, each net was like twenty pounds, and I was […]

5 I Didn’t Know how Not to be Bad

It was so cold; everyone (Mom and brother) except me was sick. It was one of the first winters that I spent away from my original birthplace. I loved the snow. The house was dark and warm. The heater was going full blast but my 21-year-old mother was shivering like it was freezing in our […]

6 At 8 Years Old, I Had No Filter

I was 8 years old when I was sent to live with Granma and Grandpa, along with my brother and 3 of my cousins. I think that my mom and Aunt Susan wanted a break, and maybe there was some money involved. They sold it to us as some grand adventure with our grandparents. I […]