I can hate them in parts. Mama, close to whole. Her husband Alan is such a limp rag of a man, he's too pathetic to take much heat from me. I sometimes forget he was family at all.
Amma, I can't. Not in any big way. Just slivers. [She pauses.] She's my little sister. She's only fourteen now. Even after everything, I can't fully...I can't pin much on her.
[She plucks at the seams of her sweater. Lets her hair fall forward, obscuring her expression.]
And an a strange way, sometimes I still hope they love me. No matter what I think of them. Even if I know they won't.
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I can hate them in parts. Mama, close to whole. Her husband Alan is such a limp rag of a man, he's too pathetic to take much heat from me. I sometimes forget he was family at all.
Amma, I can't. Not in any big way. Just slivers. [She pauses.] She's my little sister. She's only fourteen now. Even after everything, I can't fully...I can't pin much on her.
[She plucks at the seams of her sweater. Lets her hair fall forward, obscuring her expression.]
And an a strange way, sometimes I still hope they love me. No matter what I think of them. Even if I know they won't.
[Not her parents at least.]