I closed my eyes. The pressure on her was immense. The world wanted her to be a student, a daughter, a functioning gear in the machine. But right now, she was just a person drowning in a quiet room.
She told me about the version of herself that existed in the hallways. The one who laughed at jokes she didn’t understand. The one who pretended not to see the note passed about her weight. The one who spent lunch in the bathroom stall, not because she was bullied into hiding, but because performing "fine" for six hours a day felt like drowning. 30 Days With My School-Refusing Sister -Final-
"What do you think it means?" I asked.
