Pieces of a Hero

Summary

After I died, my whole family clapped their hands and raised their glasses in celebration.

All because I was the most infamous escort in the Southside’s red-light district.

Every sleazy man in the city had a hungry look in his eyes when my name was mentioned. Some were even willing to bankrupt themselves just to buy one night with me.

My notoriety made my parents and my brother hang their heads in shame for years.

They hated me. They wouldn't even let me come home for the holidays.

If I ever stood near their front door, they would scrub the porch with bleach just to wash away my "filth."