“When I ask you a question, you respond immediately.”
Before Mom went home, she always changed.
He became the cheerful and loving man again.
“Sarah, Emily was wonderful today.”
Sometimes he even gave me ice cream.
And you know what was the worst?
I started to believe that maybe the problem really was me.
Mark always told me that if he were smarter, quieter, and more obedient, he wouldn’t be forced to “discipline me.”
When I was ten years old, I already knew my mother’s work schedule by heart.
If I was supposed to get home at six, I was starting to look at the clock at five.
One hour.
Forty minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Sometimes I counted every minute.
Mark also taught me a rule.
“What happens in this house stays in this house.”
I once gathered the courage to tell my mother:
