They all think that things changed for me when I got knocked up, but they don’t know that it started much, much earlier. It used to be that I thought one thing at a time, but that summer, the hottest we’d had in a while, my thoughts became scattered. Instead of marching in military formation through my mind, they dithered and loitered and looked in different windows. I had to keep chasing after them, which made it difficult for me to remember practical things – like bringing in the laundry before it rained, peeling carrots and finishing my history homework.
The school chaplain told me it probably had something to do with sudden changes in my life beyond my control, like your Grand Par leaving, but I knew that wasn’t it. It had started happening way before that…













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