5/21/2023 0 Comments Switched by amanda hocking![]() My mother came down in the middle of opening gifts, surveying the scene with her icy blue eyes. She had planned some kind of Princess tea party I didn’t want, but Matt and our maid spent all morning setting it up anyway.īy the time the guests arrived, I’d already ripped off my shoes and plucked the bows from my hair. The people coming to the party were my mother’s friends and their snobby little kids. I liked gifts, but I didn’t have any friends. My mother was in charge of me, for the first time in her life, and neither of us was happy. She’d hired a live-in nanny to deal with me, but the night before my birthday the nanny had left for a family emergency. ![]() We lived in the Hamptons when I was a kid, and my mother was a lady of leisure. That’s all you need to know.” He’s seven years older than I am, so he remembers things better, but he never wants to talk about it. When I ask my brother, Matt, about her, he always answers with things like, “She’s batshit, Wendy. I have some memories of my childhood, and I can even remember my dad, who died when I was five, but not her. I try to think of the days that led up to that one to see if I missed something about her, but I have no memory of her before then. Not a tiny steak knife, but some kind of massive butcher knife glinting in the light like in a bad horror movie. ![]() A couple things made that day stand out more than any other: it was my sixth birthday, and my mother was wielding a knife. ![]()
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