The fight we had a month ago came burning into my head like a wildfire. Anger bubbled up inside me and I couldn't help but raise my voice, "Yeah, you made that very f*****g clear."
"GRACIE!" my dad shouted at my use of bad language.
"Well, it's true," I said with scorn. "I know I look just like mom. I'm the constant f*****g reminder of what you can no longer have. Of what you lost. But I lost her, too, you know? We all lost her! But I don't deserve to be the outcast just because of my genetics. It's not fair!"
My father wilted at my words but he kept staring at me. When I was done talking, I felt out of breath. My heart was thrumming in my chest so hard I felt like it was the only sound you could hear in my room.
After a long bout of silence, my father spoke. He sounded funny. Like his
