Recalling those vague memories, I could honestly say that something like visiting a doctor or a psychiatrist happened. I was probably even put in therapy. However, that failed to make an impact on my desire. I continued with what I was doing and completely disregarded and forgot whatever treatment I received.
In short, I remained a menace. If that was successful, I wouldn't probably be the man that I am today.
In any case, what did my mother mean that the doctor escaped because of me?
I tried asking more questions but as though I used up my chances to do so, my mother’s answer became vague.
And the last thing I managed to pick up from those was…
“You see, baby boy. You almost stole her. Hence, she escaped before that happened. You can say that she ran away from you.”
And even with that, I still failed to recall what happened back then. I couldn’t even remember the name of that doctor.