Camila;

“Mother, you have to speak to your husband. It’s been months already and I don’t have the patience to wait anymore. Something has to be done. I don’t care how he gets it done. He should step up and make it happen just the way other Fathers do for their daughters,” my fingers run through my hair in frustration.

Every part of me vibrates as I sit on the couch. My leg crosses over the other.

“You don’t speak about your Father in such a manner,” she says, and my eyes roll in deeper frustration.

Right. Just what I expected from her. Defend him every goddamn time. He is...