I am bullied at school. But I have a mother, so I can quickly forget the bad things. I came home crying today as well. Mother gently hugged me. Her mother's good smell heals me. When I woke up to go to the bathroom at night, in her mother's bedroom, her father was doing something disgusting to her mother. She was fascinated by her mother and she seemed comfortable. It was a mother's expression, a woman's face, that I had never seen before. I was frustrated The next day, she told her mother what she saw yesterday and asked her to make me feel better too.
