ENSLAVED TO MY TEACHER

wallow in his agony. When they walked over to me, I saw my father talking

." Something about this seemed strange, like my birth

m inside our limousine. Grandma settles onto the c

s about?" as I shut

n Morgan's lap and adds, "Go on, tell he

ighteen now, Honey. Chances have been given to you to prove that

shows me slinking out of his bu

her. "See Morgan, the first words coming out of her mouth is

re drop from my hands onto the

d you to Hartford Academy. You are of age and this pl

d teach you to ask God for forgi

m n

were always expected to cut

for discussion. It's already been planne

sing, "This isn't fucking fair, you can'

for me to screw up, they were t

nding me to hell. It was renowned for its research on religion as well. It was the same

d it'll help you. You'll continue your English and Art Majors there,

my heart and make my eyes well up with tears. "Hel

ney

ot speak on my daughter when

hen you do, it's only to embarra

hing I do know, other than being a terrible mother. You're th

and your flight leaves in the morning." I hear his

-like look and clearly di

be disappointed in what you've become becau

ing, "Maybe in Hartford you won't be so disrespectf

me even more so after learning that her daughter had t

as a little kid. However, I also recall the many trips to the hospital and the late hours.

d just

n to my ass. The variously colored iris, from the powerful ones swimming in the depths of an ocean vi

my toned abdomen, and the tattoo reading Ceilia on the left side of my bosom. Some peop

n to me because of my appear

for God to abandon us. Several times before my diagnosis, they were upset that they had failed to help m

exual or not, the slightest contact could instantly cause my body to burn with

happy birthd