I thought I would die with her. That I would go to Heaven with her and our mother.
Instead, my teeth grew back.
With my teeth grew the desire to use them.
I tried to fight it, but I am not strong. I have never been strong.
My teeth were not the only things that grew. I grew tall, then very tall. I grew strong, then very strong.
I did not grow more pretty. The pretty fell away like my teeth, but it didn’t grow back. I’m glad. I am glad to be strong and not pretty. When you’re pretty, people do things to you. When you’re strong, you do things to other people.
When you are very strong, you don’t have to wait for them to let you.
Don’t look at me like that.