Pearl
“I'm a failure. I'm not pretty, or naturally pleasant, or friendly. I'm not smart, or funny, or confident. I'm exactly what Mama said I was, weak. I don't know why. What did I do? Why wasn't my family like yours? I hate what it feels like to be me and not you. I'm so scared that when you finally come home, you'll see me and be frightened like everyone else is.”
I can feel her pain as if she used to be a part of my body, now separated from me, and I still feel all of what she experienced like its my own skin experiencing all of it.