“How does seeing your daughter hate you make you feel?” Naya’s therapist asked as she sat before her contemplating Hailey’s coldness towards her.
“It reminds me of how much I hated my father,” Naya confessed. “I used to treat him the same way because of how much he abused my mother. I even did worse than Hailey is doing right now. I spat in his food, applied graffiti on his car on a Monday morning before he went to work, I spoke out loud during his business calls.”
“Do you think this is karma teaching you a lesson?” The therapist asked.
Naya laughed.
“I do not regret any of those actions. Hailey’s situation is different. I didn’t do anything to harm her. I am the one who is wronged here, but she doesn’t understand. My father wronged me. He was abusive towards my mother and normaliz
