dear sal,
they're making me see my parents. tomorrow.
i don't want to relive what happened with my parents. anne tried to stop them, but they think it will help me get closure.
i'm afraid seeing them will bring it back. all of it. the screaming. their lips curled in disgust when they found out about us. as if i was a thing, not their daughter. as if i was a problem, not a person.
i'm scared, sal.
yours,
isa.
