is not.
The cruelty of children is a sharp, unrefined blade, but the cruelty of adults is a slow-acting poison. I felt it in the grocery store aisles when mothers would quickly yank their toddlers away from me. I heard it in the harsh, hushed whispers of the schoolyard. Monster. Burn victim. Two-face.
One afternoon, when I was ten, I came home with my continue reading …