Parents think their children don’t hear when they whisper about all that is wrong; they think their daughters don’t know when they hide in the kitchen to cry. Parents convince themselves they can stare at their children with a blank expression and their children won’t know that something is amiss. Life had changed, but they insisted it would change back. This bad time was temporary, a season of hatred, and such seasons never lasted, they vanished as time went on and everything would be as it was.
