I look forward, glaring in anger. I know I’m clenching my hand too tightly, but I ignore any pain. The blood from my palm drips down my fingers and lands on my bouquet. How could they do this to me? My sister and the “love” of my life betrayed me. This was supposed to be …
The sling serves two roles. First, it prevents my arm from moving while it heals. Second, it reminds me of the cruelty of man. That night was a blur, but I clearly remember the pain from the blows that kept coming and coming. I will never forget the laughter that surrounded me as I curled …
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