Love Me. Hate Me.
Frustrated by the lack of understanding, hurt and scared.
Sandra didn't blink, just stared back at Faye with emotionless and cold eyes. Faye hiccupped, stared at her mother helplessly then she clumsily signed with shaky hands but Sandra was able to make out what her daughter was trying to ask her, ‘Why so many are cruel? Why are they so mean?’
“All cruelty springs from weakness." Sandra murmured softly. “Even goodness, real goodness has its own sort of cruelty to it."
Faye cried harder. “WH-WHY AM-A-AM I A FR-FREAK?!!"