i thought

I always thought that my mother was so brave, raising children on her own. I thought that she had heart, going out into the cold world every day, battling to put food on the table. The men who left her, they were cowards. They did their business in the cloak of darkness, and stepped out on her, my intrepid, unflinching mother. But now I think differently.

Now that I know Faith, my father's wife, I know what courage is. She tried for years to have a baby, but God didn't give her one. I think that she probably felt like less than a woman, so she turned a blind eye to my father's philandering. When I arrived after I killed my mother, she accepted me with open arms.

Any other woman would have walked away from the pain and the man who caused it. She stuck it out and fought for her man, showing him and others that the brave thing is to love.