There is no ugly doll

When I was small, things were sad in my house. My mom was an overwhelmed grad student, teaching too many classes, working way too hard and raising a small child...and then a few years later, another. My dad did his best to stay upbeat, support us all and keep everyone happy, but in truth, anger and resentment ruled our house.

It was a cold childhood, and for my brother and I, it was a sad one.

( Difficult, painful and beautiful )