“He doesn’t want your tea, Mom. He wants you to look at me and see a liar. He wants to isolate me so completely that the one person I trust thinks I’m the villain. That’s not pity. That’s strategy .”
Yuna, ever gracious, wiped her hands on her apron and smiled. “Oh? Well, anyone can learn. It just takes patience.” my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna
The silence stretched. A cricket sang. Then Yuna reached over and touched the scar on my ribs—the one I’d hidden even from her until now. Her fingers traced it like braille. “He doesn’t want your tea, Mom
They just sometimes need a reminder of where the garden ends—and where the war begins. “He doesn’t want your tea