So, today I went out with my godmother
and sister for a few hours or so, and we
just talked.
Godmother: I'm not worried about Maddy,
but I'm worried about you, Hanna.
Me: Why?
Godmother: Because you don't talk.
Me: Bad?
Godmother: Yes, it's bad. You need to be
able
to talk to people but you don't; it's like you
never
learned how to communicate because everyone
always pushed you aside for your sisters. It's no
way to live and I worry about you.
I just sorta nodded it off. T'was a shocking
conversation.
