She couldn’t blame the state for its concern—not entirely. If a child didn’t come home, it was the mother who would be held responsible. Not for the first time, Frida caught herself wondering if she had what it took to make a really good mother. Other mothers-in-training at The School for Good Mothers seemed to have it all figured out. But when it came to her own daughter, Harriet, Frida felt anything but confident. Harriet was a sassy, sensitive, stubborn little thing with a talent for verbal pranks and an alarming tendency to fabricate the truth. She wasn’t a Good Mother’s Daughter—she was just Harriet. And Frida was just a Bad Mother.
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