“Let me tell you something, Violet,” she said, turning to face her completely. “I am the only mother you have. Porchea is dead. My husband is dead. As you were familiar with calling it, my rightful children are dead. No, I did not give birth to you. Your mother chose me. Whatever her reasons were, she chose me before she died and, sweetheart, it was legal. That makes you rightfully mine too. You are my child, and I will always do what I feel is best for you.” “Even if it’s not fair?”
