End Part: My sister kicked my preg/nant stomach “just to hear the sound it made.” When I tried to confront her, my parents immediately shielded her. “Erica, talk to us, honey. Did she even say anything to you?”
It was a blocked number. I knew who it was. My father, calling from a prison payphone. He called once a month, begging for money for the commissary, begging for …
End Part: My sister kicked my preg/nant stomach “just to hear the sound it made.” When I tried to confront her, my parents immediately shielded her. “Erica, talk to us, honey. Did she even say anything to you?” Read More