Leonica remembered that day like it was yesterday.
It was spring in Denver, Colorado, a month or so after Ashley had been born and she discharged early. She stood in front of the kitchen island, staring down at the cup of juice lased with insecticide and trying to think of a damn good reason why she shouldn’t pick it up and chug the whole f*****g thing down.
Motherhood was a pain and as a child Ashley had not hesitated to express his anger towards her for taking him away from his father. He cried at every given time, even when Leonica tried to sooth him lovingly, the child just didn’t want to hear it.
And then her parents, as loving as they were, her mother especially, they had their own bad traits, one of which was when they constantly reminded her that they had warned against
