by Andrea Lena DiMaggio
Crying is all right in its own way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later,
and then you still have to decide what to do. ”• C.S.Lewis
“It hurts that the church is turning its back on you. “
“I didn’t do anything wrong. It hurts that they see this,” she pointed to her body, “is wrong in their eyes.”
“What hurts the most, Susan?” Marie knew the answer, but she wanted to hear the girl say the words, as painful as they might be.
“Dad…..When I told him, he just sighed and shook his head. ‘I told you this would happen, Mark.’ Even now he refuses to use my name. He won’t even let Carlo or Danny say my name. Carlo says it anyway and Danny calls me Sis; it pisses him off so much that…. He’s angry with me all the time. My grades are good in school. I do everything he asks...I just don't understand.” She frowned as tears streamed down her face...
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