What right did Sienna have to be proud? Her daughter wasn't even hers by blood.
She was just a woman who had been used as a surrogate.
Did she really think her unrelated daughter would take her back and elevate her status to the heavens?
As much as I hated her, I couldn't immediately expose Sienna's scheme.
I was waiting...
I was waiting for my biological parents.
If they came for me, good. If not...
I would make my way back.
Following Sienna to the sweet potato field, I fought back the dizziness, squatted down expertly, parted the thick vines, and started weeding.
Weeding was the chore I'd done most since I could remember.
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, no matter how harsh the winter or how scorching the summer.
Whenever I was free at home, Sienna would have me out in the fields weeding.
Weeding was as natural and familiar to me as eating, and I was quick and thorough.
My obedience and diligence didn't earn me Sienna's praise. Instead, she swatted the tattered straw hat off my head and yanked me up from the ground.
"Why are you weeding so fast? Are you in a hurry to die or afraid of going hungry?
"You think taking the SAT means you can escape me, that you can just fly away, huh?