Thirty years gone and the lasting effects of her bad rearing were striking: shattered, grief-stricken eyes; bent back; nervous ticks. Her adult daughter was a train wreck.
Apologizing for her crimes, she begged forgiveness and expected torrents of abuse in return—which she deserved.
Instead her daughter said, “I forgive you.”
With a dismissive snort, she sneered, “Never could stand up for yourself.”
A sharp pain tore across her belly.
“The brownies were from me,” said her daughter. “Aren’t you feeling well, Mama?”