Seeds of Doubt
Then There's You
“You think you’re worth something?” my father said. I could smell the alcohol in his breath.
He pointed at me, at my forehead, prodded it several times and it throbbed. He planted it there.
The seeds of doubt.
I fought the tears back. I ignored the pain, keeping a straight face. I find that it was better this way.
But the doubts had already been planted and in an instant, they grew into vines and I found myself tied to this place, unable to move, unable to fight back.
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