Everytime I go see my dad everyone thinks I am my mom
Including my dad
“Oh, Judy” he always says to me. “I love you”
Everyone there will smile and ooze at me , they all love my mom, the way she brings the sunshine in and touches everyone even the forgotten and the unresponsive
I don’t do that. I am a little angry under the surface when I am there. I am sorta friendly but not as much as I am in the other world where people are well. Maybe I am not a good person after all.
I am even a little suspicious. Are you good to him?
and then I have to say- if only because I have no idea who they are and what our inside jokes and understandings might be
“I am Fraser’s daughter”
Oh your mom, the staff say, she is so lovely and strong and it is always said to me when I have eyes so full of tears, not yet on my cheeks but don’t push it, if you are too kind or gentle with me they will spill everywhere. It might be messy.
And I feel like saying-
“Don’t you see, I am the little girl. I am just the little girl. It is not my turn yet to be so grown up. I am not my mom, I am not that strong yet. I need more time.”