“Emily, if you start getting tattoos, there won’t be any skin left!”
I would smile, but inside, his words hurt.
When I discovered I was pregnant, I cried tears of happiness.
But at the same time, I became afraid.
I imagined having a daughter who might one day stand in front of atime, I started crying.
For the first time in thirty-four years, I didn’t see the girl everyone had mocked.
I saw the woman I had dreamed of becoming when I was little.
But I had no idea how my family would react.
When I returned home, Michael was standing in the kitchen.
He looked at me and froze.
“Emily… what have you done?”