I felt like the most despicable woman in the world for allowing my mother to be a vagabond and not lifting a finger to rescue her. Other nights I cried from rage, from pure hatred, and I couldn’t rid myself of it. Hatred is like blood, it’s impossible to conceal and it stains everything.
-Marcela Serrano
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