The Kiss I Saw
A shadow, a kiss, and a locked door I can’t forget
My name’s Kim. I’m 34 now, married, living a completely different life but this story isn’t about me. It’s about my mum, and something that happened nine years ago, when I was still living at home before I was married. Mum was 43 back then. Short, brunette, thick in all the right places and the kind of woman who turned heads without even trying. Young guys would stare, older men would glance with admiration. Everywhere sh...