“It’s true what people say.” She said as she sat down on her bed. She pulled down her long sleeves down till the ends reached the palms of her hands. “That when people say it enough times to you, you start to believe them and it starts becoming true.”
And I just watched her look into her eyes.
She’s — I am – looking in a mirror.
“I’m becoming what they say I am.”
Tears sprang to my eyes.
“I hope you don’t stay long enough to see it.”