Cayuga Farm

As morbid as it sounds, we had sex in the very same room that I once shared with my dead sister. When we were younger, that same room provided her and I shelter from the outside world. It was the room in which we played Barbies, where hour long Monopoly games were held, where we didn't have to keep anything hidden. The room where the yellow sunflower wallpaper covered all but one wall, was the very same room I had lost my innocence. And it all started the day I had turned sixteen; the day my learning permit arrived via mail.