Selfish people don’t put anybody first. Selfish people don’t sacrifice everything. They never come second. They never feel torment. My torment is in a five-foot-five form with blonde hair streaked with silver and mossy green eyes filled with sadness in every crevice. I want to believe facing the torment means building my strength, when really it tears me down a little more each day. Because Mama is selfish. “Mama is selfish, Logan.”
