I think the first time I felt she'd wronged me, really wronged me in a way a mother just should not wrong her daughter, was when she had all my hair cut off. Long long auburn hair cut so short I was often mistaken for a young boy. I'd felt wronged when she asked my father to leave or when I received a punishment I didn't understand, sure. As an adult, as a single-mother now myself, however, I've come to gain an understanding for those things. Those events I could not grasp merely due to age, life experience and a lack of such encounters personally. But the Hair? Though I have my suspicions as to why, have my own idea's ... they still leave me feeling wronged. They do not excuse the act. They do not provide comfort for the self identity that was stolen. That is the first time I felt wronged by her, by my Mother.
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