At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
“What if you change because you don’t want to be the person you were, regardless of whether I ever become close to you again?”
He stared at me.
“That is harder.”
“Yes.”
“Because I want my daughter back.”
I felt anger rise.
“You still have a daughter.”
He flinched.