"I closed my eyes and went somewhere else for a moment, because here my father was, about to literally chop off my hands for taking a dollar from my younger brother. As if they raised us to be decent people. As if they raised us at all."
“He was crying hysterically because he was obviously scared. I was scared, too. But I had to pretend otherwise, for him and for me. If I didn’t, I wouldn't survive.”
"I would cover her with a blanket and kiss her forehead, because I saw that on TV before. That’s how moms tuck in their kids. But my mom told me TV was fake anyway, and she was right."
"I grabbed the small Little Tykes kid’s stool and it made me just tall enough to hoist myself up onto the counter to access the cabinet that held the peanut butter. I would put the stool back and run into the living room with the tub of creamy Jif."
