When significant things were happening in our lives, things that would make the press go crazy, she would take us out of school—we had to stay home until it blew over a little. Once we were back in school, we had security outside all day. And if I went to a sleepover at a friend’s house, security would sit outside all night there, too. My mom was really affected by what people wrote about her. She had no siblings to share the burden, nobody who understood what it truly felt like. In a way she was the princess of America and didn’t want to be.
