My mom was beside herself about what happened to Tyler and his family, and she was gutted with pain in a way that I just couldn't quite understand, and then eventually I realized she was reliving 1998, reliving a time when she sat by my bed every night, reliving a time when she made me shower with the bathroom door open, and reliving a time when both of my parents feared that I would be humiliated to death, literally.
Luego con el tiempo me di cuenta de que ella estaba reviviendo 1998, reviviendo una época en que ella se sentaba en mi cama cada noche, reviviendo una época en que ella me hacía ducharme con la puerta del baño abierta, y reviviendo una época en que mis padres temían que iban a humillarme hasta matarme, literalmente.