I jump when they say, “Boo!”
Why does my heart race and I feel alarm even when laughter has covered their faces, and I feel no shame in having been gotten?
This fear, where does it come from?
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It comes from sitting on the toilet and having the door burst open. A mother, oblivious to the desire for privacy while doing the most base of human activities, focuses on her hair and makeup. Both of us occupied with ourselves.
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My brother stayed home sick from school for a day or two, probably close to a Friday. I had the sisterly duty of picking up his books, for homework.
The teacher piled high the books, one on top of one on one, 6, 7, 8 subjects, until there was a heavy stack.
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