She smelled of mud and grass stains, grunted like a pig. Short stinky matted hair was wary of shampoo and a comb. The heat of the pig sty was a comfort. Hardened cow dung pleased her hands. She was much too strong, too rough, for her little brothers. It was the males who brought the tears to the family. Bruises, dirt and missing tooth didn’t bother her. She played with the older neighborhood boys, swore, smoked cigarettes and wrestled with …