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Also, I cared so, so much about my sister Sheron. If I ran away,
what on earth would become of her? Sister Martha may have hated my
being there, but if I left home, she would have been furious, furious that I’d
done something disrespectful, out of her control––furious that it might
cause her embarrassment, furious enough to vent her considerable wrath
on Sheron.
Childhood may be, objectively, quite short. However, for an
unhappy kid, each and every day of misery feels like a lifetime. My
existence was pure hell.
For the first time in my life, but not at all for the last time, I was
driven by desperation.
