Stop Pretending: What Happened When My Big Sister Went Crazy

Ready or not, here I come I'm so tired of this dumb game of hide and seek Olly olly oxen free Show yourself, you're scaring me Come out, come out, where ever you are You've taken this thing way too far

Madame V begins the lesson by reading aloud the first stanza of a famous French poem: Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville; Quelle est cette langueur Qui penetre mon coeur? Then she looks up and without any warning she calls on me to translate it. I swallow hard, and try: "It's raining in my heart like it's raining in the city. What is this sadness that pierces my heart?" Saying these words out loud, right in front of the whole class, makes me feel like I'm not wearing any clothes.

The golden moment when I’m not yet awake enough to remember that there are things I would rather forget.

there's this golden moment when the sun licks through the gauze fluttering at my window warming my eyes to open this golden moment when I'm not yet awake enough to remember that there are things I would rather forget

Did I give it away with my eyes? They're looking at me like they know.

I turn to thank the nurse. She winks at me coyly, and suddenly sticks out her tongue. Just as the doors close, I see that she's drooling, and rocking, and rocking and rocking.