Marigolds (short story)
I had indeed lost my mind, for all the smoldering emotions of that summer swelled in me and burst—the great need for my mother who was never there, the hopelessness of our poverty and degradation, the bewilderment of being neither child nor woman and yet
The narrator is afraid her actions have permanently damaged her relationship with her father.
The narrator realizes she is ashamed of her father’s cowardice.
The narrator is afraid for her father’s emotional stability.
The narrator realizes that her father is not the invincible hero she thought he was.