I\u00a0lay flat, waiting for others to notice me.<\/p>\n
Growing up, my fluffy pillows were the only thing constant by my side. I always felt invisible.<\/p>\n
I would rest my head in dreams of tomorrow. In those dreams I always saw my self alone.<\/p>\n
Years before, I received an ironic premonition of the way my life would be. While walking with my\u00a0older brother around a lake we started\u00a0poking at the dead fish,\u00a0floating on top.<\/p>\n
Standing off to my brother’s side somehow\u00a0I fell in. Unfortunately,\u00a0he nor I\u00a0could swim.<\/p>\n
The flailing of my arms against water waves served me no purpose. I couldn’t grasp it at all. I couldn’t hold myself up enough to breath. I could only flutter about in panic.<\/p>\n
No arms, no hands, it all seemed imaginary. One slip in a lake was all it took for me to see that\u00a0my brother and I\u00a0was in a room alone.<\/p>\n
Noisy and clanking I waited for someone to slip me a reminder that I was more than water at the bottom of shoes. Someone to tell me I was more than a\u00a0dumb little girl that clumsily slipped in the lake\u00a0following her brother’s lead. Someone that wouldn’t laugh at me but\u00a0make me feel that my presence mattered.<\/p>\n
I survived that day without invitation. There was no lap in sight that\u00a0could comfort the emptiness I felt. My brother’s quick thinking of picking up a stick and handing it to me got me out.\u00a0I really didn’t think he could do it.<\/p>\n
People were laughing, or so\u00a0I felt. I was too embarrassed to rest my swollen eyes, so I stuffed it inside.<\/p>\n
Hours later I rested my head in the back the\u00a0bathtub and cried.\u00a0Leaves floated on top of my bathwater like those dead fish.<\/p>\n
I thought to myself, maybe being invisible\u00a0isn’t so bad as I pulled my head underwater.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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