Chapter 3 - THE COWARDICE OF SILENCE
When I finally answered my mother’s endless barrage, my words were calm and absolute: “Remember what you said. You don’t get to reject my son in public and claim me as family in private.” Her immediate reply—that this had gone far enough and that a four-year-old wasn't even old enough to understand—showed zero remorse. Right as I stared at her text, my sister’s name appeared on my screen. My sister didn't ask for forgiveness; she confessed her own cowardice, admitting she laughed at the barbecue only because Mom looked straight at her and she was too afraid to be the first person who stopped.
