The Blue Room Vol. 5
“5 by Kailin Gow Prologue Staci We all remember moments from our childhoods: the moments that change us. The moments when we realize – I am not like everybody else.
There is something about me that is different. There is something about me that is strange.
I am alone, and there is a mystery in me.
I was four when I realized it.
But of course, realization comes in stages. I was two when I first realized that being hungry didn't mean you would get food. Most babies in Nevada, in Vegas, they learn that when they cry for milk, they get it. When their stomachs growl, they get fed. Not me.
My mother worked hard. In fact, my mother worked harder than anyone else I knew.
Even when I was a toddler, I knew that much. She always seemed so tired. When she held me to her breast at the end of a long day, when she cuddled and coddled me and held me tight, she always shook – just a little bit – like the day was too much fo...r her, like she couldn't bear my weight on top of all the other burdens she was carrying: on her shoulders and in her heart.MoreLess
There is something about me that is different. There is something about me that is strange.
I am alone, and there is a mystery in me.
I was four when I realized it.
But of course, realization comes in stages. I was two when I first realized that being hungry didn't mean you would get food. Most babies in Nevada, in Vegas, they learn that when they cry for milk, they get it. When their stomachs growl, they get fed. Not me.
My mother worked hard. In fact, my mother worked harder than anyone else I knew.
Even when I was a toddler, I knew that much. She always seemed so tired. When she held me to her breast at the end of a long day, when she cuddled and coddled me and held me tight, she always shook – just a little bit – like the day was too much fo...r her, like she couldn't bear my weight on top of all the other burdens she was carrying: on her shoulders and in her heart.MoreLess
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