My Father Called Me A Parasite In Court Until My Lawyer Placed A Sealed Envelope On The Bench

bury his own daughter in public. I did not look at him when he said it. I looked at the plastic cup of water on the rail in front of me, at the thin meniscus trembling under the fluorescent lights, and I took a careful sip because it was something to do with my hands. The water was lukewarm and faintly metallic, the taste of old pipes and institutional continue reading …