“Don’t call my daughter a vegetable,” I said. My voice dropped an octave, vibrating with a dangerous, low frequency. “It is what it is,” my father shrugged, collapsing onto the sofa and turning on the TV.
“She’s broken, Sarah. Face facts. You should have listened to me when she was born.
Put her in a home. Try again for a normal one. Instead, you drag her here and make us all uncomfortable.”
“She is a human being,” I whispered, my hands shaking.
“She is your flesh and blood.”
“She’s a mistake,” Karen muttered, reaching for the box again. “Now give me the tablet. Timmy will be here in an hour, and I want it set up for him.”
I shoved Karen back.
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