Why, Mama? It’s the same question I’ve asked myself since the day she died eight years ago and I moved in with my aunt. Why did she have to leave me? Why did she have to get cancer and die? Why can’t I be in heaven with her…instead of hell with him? What did I do to deserve this? Shane says it’s because I’m so beautiful he just can’t help himself. But I certainly don’t feel beautiful. I feel ugly and dirty. Like a hideous stain that can never be scrubbed away.
