At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
“I know.”
Then:
“But I also couldn’t listen to that woman say the Purple Heart was a costume.”
“I understand.”
We sat.
He looked at my arm.
“Do you regret inviting them?”
“Yes.”
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