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One afternoon, I walk into the living room to find her hugging him, a close, sweet hug that I don’t recognize. I didn’t know that she hugged like that. In my hurt and confusion, I act out, refusing to share toys with my brother, not doing my chores, talking back—which means spanking and punishments, my mother refusing to speak to me for days at a time, no TV.
Hijab Butch Blues
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