“You educate a man; you educate a man. You educate a woman; you educate a generation.” -- Brigham Young
Her life had innocence stripped from it. A sister who was mentally ill with sudden episodes of a motor-driven level of endless fun or its terror-inducing opposite. The love between sisters never dies, it never fades, it never doubts, time and distance matter little. She always worried and loved her anyway. They couldn't protect her from what being the "sane" one brought to her. Yet, Layla was not a victim, she had dealt with most of her own feelings and buried resentment. It was just a fact of life. She had grown up with frequent episodes of "Hailey Jane" and hospital trips, unsure if this time was for real or just attention-seeking. She was not her father's favorite, there was no real daddy's girl routine, so she was her mother's. Elaine was allowed to mold her until her own voice was found rising from ashes.
"Your mother is crazy," she informed the infant, "completely mental." Pausing, she added with a smile, "she is the most beautiful kind of crazy there is. You know why? Because she sees injustice and she stands. She sees a broken heart and she walks with its owner while they stitch it back up. She is a woman, a mother to the needy and the cutest little boy in the whole wide world," she tickled his foot to elicit that heavenly giggle before continuing, "she's powerful. That, angel-face, is crazy beautiful. That's your mommy. That's my sister. She's my reason. Mama Soc, Hailey Thompson-Adams, Mommy changed the world."
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