It was so earth shattering for me to be sitting at a dinner table, listening to a guy thank God for his meal and his family and me. It was too surreal to keep my eyes closed. I wanted to take it all in, to see what other people looked like as they prayed. I wanted to stare at this family because it was hard to wrap my head around the idea that if I married Scotty, this would be mine. I would have these parents, and this meal would be something I helped cook, and I’d learn how to thank God for my food and for Scotty. I wanted it. I craved it. Normalcy.
Can people who have been abandoned woth trauma actually have a relationship with people who haven't?
Kenna was a stray in a strange world that she never knew existed. Was it Kenna's energy that got Scotty killed?
