Sending Mother to the Woods
Language: en
My mother always despised weakness. She thought I was too soft, too pampered, so she traded me away on a televised reality show about troubled teens swapping lives. When the five-year nightmare finally ended and I was brought back to the city, the very first thing she did was point to the Steinway grand piano in the parlor. "Can you play?" she asked. I stared at her, hollow and bewildered, and shook my head. Her palm cracked across my face with brutal force. "You both went through the exact same program," she snarled. "Wendy came from the backwoods and learned how to play concertos, and…