couldn’t even hold my head up in public.”
I didn’t know where she got the idea she
couldn’t hold her head up.
My dad had loved her for so many years.
After they got married, he treated her so well.
He couldn’t buy a nice suit for himself, but he
bought her expensive dresses.
Was that not being able to hold your head
up?
I closed my eyes, giving up the act.
My mom’s screams were replaced by the
commotion in the hallway.
L
The principal was behind the police, looking
at my mom.
I didn’t say a word.
The principal threw a file at my mom. “Look
what you’ve done! You’ve embarrassed our
school!”
I turned and walked away.
Embezzling, helping someone hurt others, bullying…
The people wouldn’t forgive her.
The law wouldn’t, either.
く
My mom went to jail.
I looked at her, feeling nothing.
Cindy stood next to me, watching the police
car.
Tears streamed down my face.
The pain, anger, and confusion from last time
turned into tears. I grabbed Cindy’s hand and knelt on the ground, sobbing.
The media took pictures.
But no one knew what I was crying about.
turned into tears. I grabbed Cindy’s hand and
knelt on the ground, sobbing.
The media took pictures.
But no one knew what I was crying about.
I was crying about my dark past, about my
future.
I wasn’t her sacrifice.
I wasn’t her stepping stone for “love.”
The past came to life.
The sun shone through the clouds.
