i am bubbling. i feel nausea. It was Bawaa’s birthday yesterday and I was video calling to see how their visit to the zoo went. in the corner of the screen, I saw Waanda, when her name was mentioned, and that callous teenage look of not caring struck me to the core. I know logically, that her facial expressions have nothing to do with me. But my programming tells me that it must be me.
so alas. I am bubbling. i feel nausea.