I stepped out of the closet, my heart pounding not just from anger but from the realization of my own ignorance. “Mom, stop!” I exclaimed, my voice a mix of authority and disbelief.
My mother turned to me, her face flushed with a mixture of surprise and defensiveness. “I’m just trying to teach him,” she insisted, her voice a poor attempt at justification.
“Teach him what? To fear his own family?” I shot back, my voice trembling with emotion.
