Rev. Jenny Terrero's Blog (1)

THE THING I FEARED pages 18-19 ....I sat in my car, my head on the steering wheel. I cried remembering the first time he cut himself. He had been in the bathroom for a long time and I was wondering what he was up to. Sometimes he did strange things so when he came out with his face painted red it was nothing new. It wasn't until the next morning that I noticed the red makeup he put on his face rubbed off exposing the cuts. He was asleep and I realized that the red makeup he put on his face the n… Continue