And Mother does not hate her; actually, she fears Damaya. Is there a difference? Maybe.
...she wonders why a part of her is trying to find value in degradation.
Many things have broken him. He holds himself together with spit and endless smiling, but all can see the cracks. You, though; you are dented, bruised, but intact.
That we're not human is just the lie they tell themselves so they don't have to feel bad about how they treat us