Chapter 21
After such an unforgettable Easter dinner, I decided to give my mother space to come to her senses and realize she was only hurting herself with her outdated notions. Weeks later, I decided to bit the bullet and started calling her. I always got the answering machine. Damn that caller ID box.
Since I have always thought of myself as being able to express myself better through the written word, I wrote my mother letters and sent her emails expressing that I was still the same daughter she raised and I was truly happy with Jasmine. All I got back were photocopied bible verses denouncing wicked and sinful behavior.
Linda was a source for inspiration during those first few weeks. When we had met the previous year, she didn’t go into much detail about why she was raised by her gra
