At nine, I disappeared into home schooling. No one came looking

“What is wrong with you?” Mom asks the next morning. She has just come back from a drive with Mimi, and as soon as she got home, she yanked me into her bedroom, where she is now yelling at me in a whisper. “Didn’t I ask you to help me? Didn’t I ask you to work extra hard this week?” “Can’t you see,...

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