At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
No disappointment.
He handed me the box.
I opened it.
Purple ribbon.
Gold profile.
A decoration recognizing that I had been wounded by hostile action.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
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