A year passed and my mother hired Christine, a twenty-two years old girl who would follow me when mum wasn't there. I immediately hated that intrusion and the fact that she was younger than me didn't help my acceptance. I felt humiliated, dependent on a baby girl and unable to exercise that authority I wanted. She took my mother's place in my last second rescues, she surrounded me with giant pillows when I was on the couch and never lost sight of me. She began to check me even after placing me on the toilet or in the bathtub, although I still managed to hold the towel in my hands. My mother was reassured by her dedication and she felt entitled to take her liberties, she went out more often and came back later. I thought I had been forgotten and meanwhile the stillness worse.
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A life in grains
RomanceA hoping life through the efforts. "Imagination is the only remained thing." First classified in the literary competition Association Palma, Como, Italy - Annie's story is one of many real stories, a difficult theme to imagine and feel, the impossib...
