They Taught Me Not to Hurt
Language: en
Ever since I was little, I had a habit of making mountains out of molehills. During my first year back with the Carrington family, after they finally tracked me down, I called 911 four separate times over what they called "trifles." First, my father hiccupped twice at a formal dinner; I halted the entire banquet and dragged him straight to the emergency room. I yanked out the microphone cord in the middle of my mother’s live television interview because the left corner of her mouth gave a barely perceptible droop. When my older brother, Megan, took a hit to the head during practice and…