She was vocal about her distress , pain and pure anguish of being a woman . Her temper was lashed out in words . Mine was quietly reserved until the final moment of violence erupted .
When I was thirteen I lay on my bed , my face shoved in a pillow with my Grandmother 's heat wrap on my lower back , screaming and crying because Motherly was at work and I could n't find the pain killers .
Emotion: Anger