There is so much to unpack here.
First off, covid happened. My father was deployed to Korea for 6 months. I also happened to get my period in 4th grade. I had a mental breakdown that year.
I remember sobbing my eyes out in the consular office as she phoned my mom. Handing me an earth squishy ball that was too tough for me to squeeze. All I talked about was watching my cousin leave. They twisted my words into me being a sadistic sucidial girl. A girl who wanted to hang herself after stabbing someone.
But I was just a confused and angry girl, just a 4th grader.
They tried to put me in a hospital for that. My mom didn't let it happen. I'm forever thankful for that.
