AT FAMILY DINNER, MY MOM THREW THE BOWL AT MY FACE BECAUSE I REFUSED TO POUR WINE FOR MY SISTER. MY SISTER SNEER, “SERVANTS SHOULD KNOW THEIR DUTIES.” I SILENTLY RETURNED TO MY ROOM THE NEXT MORNING, MY MOM KNOCKED ON THE DOOR AND BEGGED BUT… I’M SILENT! 224

My name is Jodie Hart, and I was twenty-six years old the night my mother threw a ceramic salad bowl at my face because I refused to pour wine for my younger sister.

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AT FAMILY DINNER, MY MOM THREW THE BOWL AT MY FACE BECAUSE I REFUSED TO POUR WINE FOR MY SISTER. MY SISTER SNEER, “SERVANTS SHOULD KNOW THEIR DUTIES.” I SILENTLY RETURNED TO MY ROOM THE NEXT MORNING, MY MOM KNOCKED ON THE DOOR AND BEGGED BUT… I’M SILENT! 224

My name is Jodie Hart, and I was twenty-six years old the night my mother threw a ceramic salad bowl at my face because I refused to pour wine for my younger sister.

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