Broken Trophies & Nature Hearts
When I was ten years old, my dad called me into his bedroom (my parents slept in separate rooms). He sat me on his lap and told me the following: "Teri, I've been seeing a doctor. A counselor. And I now realize I never should have hit you. I'm sorry. I promise to never hit you again. From now on you get to decide your discipline." There was more, but that's all I can remember.