My classmates made fun of my birthmark for years

quiet attention only mothers have. “Is it school again?”

I shrugged. “They put up the prom posters today. Brittany was handing out the tickets like she owned the place.”

My mother’s lips pressed together. She knew Brittany’s name. Brittany had bullied me for years and somehow always escaped consequences. I suspected it had something to do with the fact continue reading …