this morning #1632.
this morning, when i woke up & made my way to the kitchen, mom was already up. sipping coffee. waiting for me with a distant stare. this is sort of why i didn’t dare say anything about what my cousins had done to us for so long. while i’d had time to live with the truth, for her it was a fresh, new perspective on her sister’s kids. her nephews. yesterday, while i was at school & she was at work, she’d called her sister. tried to stay calm as she explained what’d happened. rather than considering that it might be true, aunty patty denied that her boys could be that depraved. mom lost it. MY SON’S A GOOD KID. WHY WOULD HE MAKE THIS UP? kept pleading. at some point, aunty patty hung up. left us stuck in limbo.