At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
Which was the hardest part.
“Maybe you did.”
His face broke.
“But love that requires the child to absorb the adult’s fear does not feel very loving from the child’s side.”
We sat in silence.
Then Charles said:
“I gave the investigators my full statement.”
“Okay.”