On Saturday morning, while Anna was still sleeping, Tammy pulled her up.
“Mommy, time to get up.”
Anna looked at the alarm clock drowsily and said desperately, “Tam, it’s only seven o’clock. What are you doing?”
Tammy held her arm and wouldn’t let go. She said firmly, “Mommy, it’s the first time that you go to Uncle Wright’s house. Shouldn’t you get dressed up? Come on. Have a shower. Put some makeup on. Get changed.”
Holding the pillow in her arms, Anna felt hopeless. Why does my daughter keep pushing me to every man she meets?
With Tammy badgering her, Anna put on a light makeup and took out a T-shirt and a pair of jeans that she usually wore on weekends from the wardrobe. Before she put them on, Tammy had taken them away.
