“’Is she an exchange student? HOW is she your daughter?’ FAMILY comes in all different shapes and colors.”
“The comb would make a dry, raking noise. Clumps of hair were ripped off my scalp. I tried not to react. If I winced of moved, Mother would just do it harder. She was careful to only do it behind closed doors.”
She protected those kids every second. She refused to let her guard down.