Why I like going to the babysitter
My mom worked nights and sometimes if my step-dad or grandparents were unavailable, she would leave me with her old friend (Brenda) from her old high school. Brenda had a daughter (Shay)who was my age and a son who was a 2 years older (Dante). Brenda was the kind of mom who was either drunk or strung out most of the time; she would park herself in front of the TV and either zone out or fall asleep for hours. When I was at their house taking a bath before bed Dante would sneak into the bathroom and stare at me when I was in the tub. Sometimes he would help rub soap all over my body. Sometimes he would still his hand down his pants and move it slowly up and down. Brenda would …