Say goodbye to your mom.”

Scottie pauses, then keeps going.

“Scottie.”

“Bye!” she yells.

I grab her arm. I could yell at her for wanting to leave, but I don’t. She pulls her arm out of my grasp. I look up to see if anyone is watching us, because I don’t think you’re supposed to aggressively hold children these days. Gone are the days of spanking, threats, and sugar. Now there are therapy, antidepressants, and Splenda.

Autore: Kaui Hart Hemmings