MIA
We have been by the water's edge for over an hour or closer to two hours. It was nice to spend time with my mum and Sasha. We paddled in the water, and my mother asked me questions about what I liked and didn’t like. She wanted to get to know me all over again. She avoided the talk about my scars, which I was more than willing to talk about later, but I knew they wanted to know everything.
Part of me found it difficult to tell her things about me as, over the last several years, I lost myself due to the bullying and my father's beatings. How could I tell her who I was when I didn’t know myself? I became a different person since she left, someone I didn’t recognize.
“How was your first shift?” Sasha blurts. I was dreading this question more, too.
“I shifted when I was 13 years old
