Chapter 33

• Emily Gordon
• When I was little, I think I was seven at the time, my father told me what happened to my mother. She was gone as soon as her stay ended after giving birth to me. Only then did I understand why he always threw me out of the house and forced me to ask for shelter at the neighbors' house so that maybe someone would feel sorry for me and take me in.
• Because I was, still am, I think, so much like her physically that it disturbed him and he hated me for the mere fact that I remembered the woman who made him suffer. My father was forced to take care of a child he hated, he kept me until I could get the words right to ask someone to adopt me.