Wounded
Bates, Greta T.
Am I eventually going to be taken away like Mom?"Hair as black as ebony, the fairest skin, thrifted clothes covering self-inflicted scars, always in her well-worn boots, Elia was healing on the outside, but the cuts on the inside were the ones that hurt the most. At 17, Elia was tired of tiptoeing around her mother, a-someday my prince will come, waiting to be rescued, I want to be the star-mother. Her family's female line or as she called the...
