Maya
Pure rage exploded inside me at those words.
She was staring at Christopher like he was the most disgusting thing she’d ever seen. Like he was the bane of her entire existence.
Christopher walked over to me meekly and stood behind my legs, peeking out at my mother and brother from behind my dress. His little hands were trembling.
I placed my hand on the side of his face and rubbed softly, trying to soothe him.
“That ‘thing’ is a little boy, Mother,” I said through gritted teeth. “As you can clearly see.”
She rolled her eyes and scoffed, then walked closer to get a better look at him.
Then she looked back up at me.
“I don’t care what it is, Maya. What I want to know is why it’s here in my home. What is it? Did it come with you?”
Referring to my son as “it” had to be one of the
