What’s her story? That’s what they ask. They say it in a hushed voice. They say it like she doesn’t face monstrous wars every day. They say it so casually. What’s her story?
Her story is complex. Riveting with twists, turns, and drops. Long, cold, dark drops.
She always knew there was something different. Even as a child, she knew. She overthought. Often told that she had an overactive imagination. Too often told that her mind was too busy. As if that would be something she could change. If she could, she would.
How much of our childhood affects us in our adulthood?
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