Chapter Seventy-Three

"Your mother was born in the beginning of winter. She was our firstborn, we—your grandmother and I—were ecstatic. We had been married for less than a year and we would be parents. It was both frightening and exciting at the same time. She was loved, our dear Vivia. She was a quiet baby, rarely threw tantrums. She was satisfied simply by being fed and bathed. No one had ever seen a sweeter baby.

"However, as the years passed, she grew wild and unruly. She refused to obey us, and she preferred boy's clothes over dresses. She played with dinosaurs and wooden cars instead of the numerous dolls we bought her. She had entire collections, something other girls her age could only dream about, yet she never paid any mind to them. It's like she hated everything feminine, and no amount of disciplining could change her mind.

"When she turned thirteen, we threw her a birthday party. We invited all our friends and it was meant to be a surprise. She was supposed to come straight home from school,