Daddy liked to rev the engine to the beat of The House of the Rising Sun.

He screeched to a halt and my little head slammed into the dashboard so hard, it split my forehead right open. He didn’t take me to the emergency room; we went to a pharmacy where a nice man helped Daddy patch me up with some iodine and a Band-Aid. When it healed, it left a star. The good-girl star, because I didn’t tell Mama.

MY LIFE IN SCARS BY KW OXN…

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