The hideous scar on the left side of my face is a reminder that madness is a thing. Children call me ‘black and yellow’, because the scar has a sickly, yellow tinge sharply contrasting the dark of my good side. I never knew my real Mom, and questions made Daddy squirm. Finally, I asked Step-Mom from hell. She relished the telling. My Mom was mad, she said. One day while breastfeeding, she took a cup of acid and downed it. It killed her. The trickles that escaped her mouth left the scar that reminds me, madness is a thing.

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