CORA PHILLIPS
Thankfully the scars from the whips were almost faded. I had pondered about how long they would last but time did the trick. Slowly and surely, they were fading, the skin being replenished resulted to the whips disappearing like my relationship between my mother and I.
She was almost never home. Not even for her son or husband who needed her. I only caught glimpses of her hurrying out of the house or hurrying in to pick up a few things.
"This is exciting news. I will be there, what else would I be doing instead of watching my daughter up on the stage?" Dad asked in delight when I invited him to the hunt.
Mom was making a sandwich to go when I invited dad. I did that on purpose, timing her just before she left.
"Honey. Did you hear? Our daughter has a hunt today! She wil
