![]() ![]() Both my hands closed my lips to reduce the sound of my sobbing. When I wasn’t face to face with him, all of the pores on my face closed so the tears flowed freely like a flood, slowly turning into a tsunami. ![]() I had to nurture his dream, take care of it, raise it, as if it were my own. If there were any stains on it, even a little one, Daddy would get angry and accuse me of fouling up his dream. Of all of my clothes, only this coat wasn’t allowed to get dirty. Every time I looked in the mirror, I always asked: who was it, actually, that I saw? I let all my clothes fall to the floor, except the doctor’s coat which I hung next to the mirror. On the wall of my room, Daddy had hung a mirror as tall as me so I could see myself perfectly. The pores on my face had been trained to absorb tears quickly, before Daddy ever noticed. I really wanted to say no, but his swearing became a knife stuck in my vocal cords. He spat out the popcorn and kicked the side of the stage. ![]() My heartbeat felt like it was pounding out a melody in allegro across the sheet music of my chest. Daddy’s frowning forehead seemed to press a button in my head. He crammed a handful of popcorn into his mouth.įor a moment, I lost concentration. After the examination, I helped the mannequin take a seat in front of the doctor’s desk and I started to read my diagnosis. Using the stethoscope, I counted the heartbeats of the mannequin lying on the small white bed. I tried to act as well as I could-like he wanted. After putting the doctor’s coat on me, Daddy sat smiling in the director’s chair before the stage. ![]()
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