C43 MML 43

I couldn't even turn to face Auntie Anne, who was dragging me by my hair.

"Auntie Anne, it hurts," I said.

"You'll hurt for sure, you shameless woman! You're all disgusting!" she yelled.

I felt her anger not only in her voice but also in the way she was pulling my hair. I was almost losing strands because of her grip.

"Anne