asked.
“I didn’t know he was your teacher,” I said. “And I didn’t want that fire to become my whole story. I didn’t want you to see me as something tragic instead of just your mom.”
She looked down. “I did worse than that.”
“No,” I said softly. “You were hurt—and you didn’t know how to handle it.”
At home, my mother hugged us both without asking questions.continue reading …