"I don't want to hear it," I hissed, turning away. "I don't want to talk about it."
My mother stood up and hurried to put a hand on my shoulder. "Faith, listen to me. You can’t keep all this pain inside. This anger you are holding? It will destroy you. It will tear everything apart."
I laughed, a harsh, dry sound devoid of any humor. I spun back around to face her, my eyes probably blazing.
"Everything has already been destroyed, Mother," I spat the word "Mother" like a curse. "And you know what? That’s okay. Because the woman who was destroyed? The woman who lost her baby before she could even see him or her? She is gone."
I took a deliberate step closer, challenging her.
"That woman was weak. She was the one who constantly forgave people—people who hurt her, people who left her, peo
