Ranked #39 in Step-Parenting
We sat at the kitchen table, across from each other. In the same spots we sat for dinner up till a month ago. The shadows on the table looked like prison bars again. This time it was Star being caged. Star, who thought leaving made her free. That life would be all hunky-dory shampooing heads and sweeping floors while Mama got slapped around-far enough away so she wouldn't have to hear the screams.
That's when I knew for sure-I couldn't leave Mama. And Star couldn't make me any more than I could make her stay.
A painfully beautiful novel that exposes the... more
That's when I knew for sure-I couldn't leave Mama. And Star couldn't make me any more than I could make her stay.
A painfully beautiful novel that exposes the... more