In this passage, Camille reflects on her troubled relationship with her mother. The two have never been close, and, for a long time, Camille suffered in silence as she worried that her mother hated her specifically, and denied her affection and care on the basis of who she was. As she has gotten older, though, Camille has come to realize that there is a jealousy—and perhaps even a hatred—of little girls more generally nestled deep within her mother. Adora has a cruelty stewing inside of her that directly contradicts her doting, devoted front—though Adora puts on a show of grace…