“And none of those men, little fairy tales that they are, answered me. Or maybe I’m not good enough for them,” I said. I laughed a dry, hollow laugh. “In any case, my Moses was sweet, he was, and so even if I was bad, why did he have to die? If there’s such a thing as God, he never, ever has ever shown me any love. But then again, who am I? My mother didn’t love me and my father wanted me for parts. So who am I to God? I think he’s likely made my value quite clear.”
Devastating
