I would always feel guilty toward her. Was guilt the right word? I just mean there could never be a righting of the scales. Why did parents perform all these un-repayable acts? Was it because they felt guilty for bringing us here in the first place? It was a chain of guilt, like daisies, unbroken. How could I say that I was afraid of who I’d be if I stayed? If I didn’t leave, I would stay trapped in a life as small and static as hers.
