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Men are stupid when they feel powerful, Little One. They become complacent.
I’d wanted to look exactly like Mama and now I did, but all I saw was ugliness.
The absence of love had spoilt something in their souls and mine. Our love was rotten, but still looking for the burning it craved; for anything to revive the embers that had gone out long ago.
It’s impossible to truly know someone who hides so much of themselves and consumes so much of others.
‘So, maybe I don’t love you. Does that really make me a terrible mother? Lots of mothers don’t love their daughters.’
I wondered if this was what being a real human was: accepting you were pieces of other people too. The people you loved and the people you hurt.
‘Being a mama is a promise to try your best,’ I whispered into her ear. ‘But you didn’t try.’
Who they were on the inside had finally made its way to the outside.
