“Nobody took care of me! Who are you to talk! I was more of a woman at ten years old than you’ll ever be! You’ve never had to take care of another person. Your father gives you everything. You can’t even take care of yourself! You’re a spoiled, sad little girl,” Mirella said. “Imprudente. Comparona. Consentida! You can’t see how much you have, how much you’ve thrown away. Is this what artists do? Live in their parents’ house? Make eight dollars an hour? Is this what you went to art school for? I made more money cleaning!”
