chaotic

DARK season 2

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My mother, you never did know her like I did. Once, Joya woke me in the dead of night. I was seven, eight. She didn’t say a word to me. Just shook me awake, walked me outside. Barefoot, in my nightgown. I knew better than to open my mouth when Joya was punishing me. It was the same whether I’d done something wrong or not. She drove me to the woods… walked me in deep… sat me down… and left me. Took me hours to get home. When I finally made it, I walked in that door, and my mother said… “You’re home.” I believe if you had asked her she would have said what she was doing was right. We all have bad childhoods. At some point, you have to forget it, move on. Anything else is just selfish.