Be Prepared to Bleed
I knew I existed. This confirmed it.
You would turn off the lights at something like 12:30 in the morning, and you would crawl your little body under a patterned quilt, a quilt with dark red colors arranged in diamond shapes, and as the rest of the darkness came you thought of me once or twice. Once or twice, sometimes.
And before that you would walk to supper. You would go down the spiral into…