A feef story:
I created a character when I was little. Apparently, my parents decided to act as if they didn't see or hear her. One day, one of them asked me for a name. Names were not an issue between us, but I could see how other people needed to codify her. Ok, I'll play along. So, at age 2.5, I thought quickly and replied, "Chicken." My parents played this silly game of sitting on her while she was sitting at the dinner table, awaiting my indignation. I don't remember if I talked aloud to her, but our communication is absorbed in me to this day. I didn't realize she was making fewer appearances until, at age 6, my aunt asked about Chicken. "She went to Hawaii." Inside, there was a weird sadness as I only then realized I hadn't connected with her in quite some time. Yes, I said Hawaii, but where was she really? Oddly enough, it was strangely ok.
Lori, Shaker Heights, OH
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