Sierra was torching Madison.
She wanted to teach her how to read.
She insisted she learn every word now.
She would read her a long sentence and then ask her to read the next one.
When she got it wrong she wasn't kind.
She was telling her, "If you don't learn how to read, it will be bad, bad.
You will never get to pass out pillows for reading time, in second grade.
I get to, because I can read.
Other kids, nope."
When I seperated them because Sierra was being too controling, she desperately pleaded with me, "But she has to learn how to read mom!"
I told her I would take care of it.
Poor Madison, sometimes she has two mom's.
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