Her name was Maria, she was a local New Yorker, and she wanted to meet in person. Helena was excited. More than excited. She was wet. And she hadn�...�t even left the house.She took the subway in from Brooklyn to the city and made her way to the café Maria had suggested. Helena was there right on time. After five minutes, she began to grow worried. “What if Maria didn’t come? What if she…” But Helena didn’t get to finish her thought as Maria walked through the café doors. She was. She liked my caring nature. As she was from Odisha everyone used to tease her slang because of MTI. But I learned odia for her to make her comfortable. One day she sat beside me and logged into to FB and wanted to show me something. I thought perhaps her past pics or her besties. I was shocked and broken when she scrolled down and show her marriage pics. I was heart broken and threw all my feelings off her and started ignoring her. She felt it too and was sending me texts to talk to her. But I. . baby what were you thinking!?” Without turning around hands still on her head she said, “Mommy I swear to you I didn’t do it, a-ask Sylvia. I was with her.” “Yes Sylvia tried to convince me of that, what a surprise that your best friend tried to protect you. No more lies, tell me what you have done and ask me for your punishment.” Facing the wall, Makaela realized it was useless, her mother was already convinced that she had committed the crime. She closed her eyes feeling tears run down her. I think it goes further back than that, though. I suspect she created this persona originally as a way to escape the abuse. She believed that the kinds of things that happened to her didn't happen to boys. She's wrong, of course, but it made sense from her point of view." "I can't believe she was able to pull off this deception very well?" "Better than you might expect. A short masculine haircut, loose clothes, I suspect she was binding her breasts but she won't admit to it. I would imagine.