This was a pretty tough short story to read... It's hard to believe so many awful things and awful people are connected to this one girl. The environment in which you grow up really makes you who you are. The narrator has been emotionally scarred time and time again, and it's causing her relationship with her lover to fail. Her lover has never experienced anything close to the horror that the narrator has experienced. She doesn't understand just how awful the narrator's early life was. And it's ongoing. She can't forget what she's seen, though she wishes she could.
The story made me reflect on how fortunate I am to come from a loving family. It also made me reflect on the hatred I feel for people who treat their children the way the narrator's relatives treated theirs.
The narrator's sister was transformed into what she hated by what she hated. It's a sad cycle that's been perpetuating down the generations of the narrator's family. And it's sickening. This family is almost sub-human.
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