Never touch your body. Never touch anyone’s body, and never let anyone touch your body.
Why are you walking like that? Can you please stop sticking out your bottom and walking like that?
For the last time I’ll tell you this story — for the very last time — if you promise you’ll never ask me again.
I was very, very sick when I was pregnant with you. I wanted you so much, but I was thirty-five years old, and it was extremely late to be having a baby. I was sick all the time. I couldn’t even keep down a saltine. When they wheeled me down the hospital hallway, I could hear other women screaming, moaning, carrying on. All that drama. What a show. Please. I’m not one of those women. I vowed not to make a sound. And I didn’t make a sound.
