Dear Clover:

Why especially your mother?

I was slapped across the face too, by my mother, she kicked me with her foot/ legs, hit me with her hands, never hard enough to  break a bone, but I remember the hot face, my  hot face after she hit it with her open hand, that heat, could be the blood rushing, could be the shame. “Look down when  I hit you” she told me, so I looked down to the ground, so to be a good girl.

I wanted to be a good girl, a good daughter. So I looked down, my face hot, hurt, and angry. I was definitely angry. No matter how much we love our parents, how much  we want too please them, I suppose we can’t help but get angry when hit. When hit with hands or feet or words.

anita