Wednesday, January 14, 2015


I grew up not believing that I had a voice, a say in what went on around me in the house or what happened to me.

"Could you do me a favor?" I say, heart pounding, throat tight. "Could you not peel vegetables into the sink, 'cause they get soggy and I don't like to clean them up."

"Okay," she says, smiling indulgently, "I'll refrain."

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