Switching tactics, I began to cry. "Slow her down," I thought to myself.
I began to count to myself, trying to concentrate. Time was my only ally. Mother answered my crying with more blows to my face, stopping only when she heard Russell crying.
Even with my face covered in defecation, I was pleased. I thought I might win.
I tried to wipe the **** away, flicking it onto the wooden floor. I could hear mother singing softly to Russell..
