Mom, Please Love Me
But then, in the next second, a weak whimper came from Alice's hospital bed, "Mom… I'm so cold…"
That one call yanked my mother back from the brink of collapse.
She spun around and rushed to Alice's bedside without a second thought.
"Alice, don't be scared! Mommy's here! Mommy's right here!"
She gathered Alice in her arms, her back to me, blocking me out completely.
So the truth didn't even matter. Eighteen years of favoritism had already been carved into her bones. Even if Alice was the rapist's child, she was still her precious daughter.