At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
“No.”
“I will anyway.”
“Of course.”
“Do you hate your father?”
I stared at the stage.
“No.”
“Do you love him?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“I will anyway.”
“Of course.”
“Do you hate your father?”
I stared at the stage.
“No.”
“Do you love him?”
“Yes.”