I Heard My Uncle in the Hall Before I Saw What He’d Brought

she want you to call me unstable, too?”

That landed. Barely, but I saw it.

He lowered his voice.

“You’ve always been emotional.”

There it was.

The family translation.

Cry when hurt, and you’re unstable.

Object when cheated, and you’re difficult.

Need help after a truck hits you, and you’re selfish.

I was suddenly tired in a bone-deep way.

Not sad. Past sad.

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