"It's not me I'm worried about," she admits. "It's... my parents. I think it's harder on them than me sometimes, maybe."
She's seen the way her mother cries sometimes when someone says she birthed a 'defective' child. She's seen the way her father's quiet anger rises up behind his eyes at her doing something else out of line. She knows she's different and it's hard on her too but she can't imagine what it must be like for them.
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She's seen the way her mother cries sometimes when someone says she birthed a 'defective' child. She's seen the way her father's quiet anger rises up behind his eyes at her doing something else out of line. She knows she's different and it's hard on her too but she can't imagine what it must be like for them.