“What do you know about being a good mother? Or a decent human being?” My chest constricted briefly, but I pushed through it. “I know how to change a diaper for one, and I provided my brothers with protection when they needed it. That’s more than you can say for yourself.” She frowned. “When did you change a diaper?” “When Adamo was an infant, I was already ten,” I said. It was more than I had wanted to reveal in the first place.”
