‘When I was 13 I knew nothing about anything. I only cared about love. And the older man, who I thought I fell in love with, never told me he was divorced. I made that up on my own.’ Chichirim is an ordinary, misunderstood, lonely schoolgirl. She’s also in possession of a terrible secret. Her dad is worse than useless. And her mum spends all her days tattooing thick ugly eyebrows on old women. Her sister hates them so much she wishes they were dead. Chichirim does bad things at school. And still, no one cares. Until, one day, an older man picks her up on the side of the road. He tells her she is pretty. Her tells her what to do. Underneath her hard outer shell, her softness is being exploited and destroyed by the people she trusts the most. ‘I want to come back as a crab. A crab’s skin is made of bone and the flesh is inside the bone. But we’re the opposite. We have bone inside flesh.’
