Father, Make Me Nice
Elementary school. Sybil. Sybil was poor and cross-eyed. She wore homemade dresses and thick glasses. They called her Four-Eyes. The class bully got in her face and shouted, “You’re ugly, Sybil. Ugglllyyyy!” Kids laughed. Sybil cried. She was too timid to talk back; too hurt to fight back. She just cowered alone in the corner […]
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