October 6, 2015
In another life, I am a girl with caramel brown hair, which reaches the small of my back. It's wavy, heavy, and shiny, and my mother likes combing it at night, before we sleep. This ritual, when missed, causes me nightmares, so my mother makes sure that whatever happens, she would be at my room at exactly 9:45 p.m., because in this life, I have a disorder, and that is, I do everything at the exact same time all the time all my life. My mother suffers, I know, but in this life, she puts me first always.