My Parents Demanded VIP Seats at My Graduation

something small in me.

Because I had not been easy.

I had vomited on her shoes. I had screamed at her over pills. I had refused food, refused visitors, refused hope because hope felt like a trick adults used when they were out of real options.

Jennifer loved me anyway.

Madison turned to me.

“I don’t expect forgiveness today,” she said.

Good.

Because I didn’t continue reading …