When we were in school, a kid fell and they started crying. It felt funny to see that. We were usually taught not to cry.
The more we cry, the more we got hit.
No crying allowed.
We still do, we just do it secretly.
One time, we said something wrong and she was mad.
She dragged us around, to the living room and threw us down. She made us kneel on the floor for hours.
Tears slipped, no wailing or any sound, that was okay. Our tiny legs hurt. We don't really know what happened, we just said the wrongs things and that made her angry.
Sometimes a lot of bad things happened, and it's always our fault.
We made them mad, we didn't do good enough, we were bad.
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