First off, NOT the lady Doctor you're thinking of.
I call Cindy the lady Doctor because she's a doctor and a lady and she makes me talk about uncomfortable topics like my life.
Cindy is a nice woman, really, i just think she got into the wrong profession. She doesn't like to talk, she only asks me questions, and if I don't answer them she kind of sits there uncomfortably and smiles like she's holding in a fart.
She likes to probe me about my mom, though. Her favorite question is,
"Sara, how are things with your mom?" And I say,
"The usual." Which means things are NOT good with my mother. We don't get along because she is very judgmental and rigid and I am not like that. She is very obsessed with image and how our family looks compared to others. Like the other day when I was skateboarding for fun and she said, "Sara, don't do that, it's not normal for girls." Her favorite word must be normal because she says it a lot. News flash, mom, saying the word 'normal' will not make it happen.
Cindy purses her lips a lot, and she is doing that right now, because I think she feels bad for me. I don't want her feeling bad for me because I'm afraid if I accidentally make her feel too bad for me then she might think I'm gonna kill myself and put me in the hospital like what happened in sixth grade (more on that later on).
Today Cindy also asks me why I don't talk about boys ever, and I tell her because I'm not interested in boys (this is not true) Then she asks me if I'm a lesbian. I do that thing where I sigh too loud and say,
"Cindy, I am not a lesbian. I just don't like boys." I'm sure this confuses her, but I could never talk about Peter or Daniel with her.
She just wouldn't understand.
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Lights On Buildings and Everything That Made Her Wonder
RomanceSara Nightingale is not a normal person. She doesn't like her mom one bit and she talks to a lady in an office every Tuesday. Her life is perfectly imperfect but routine, until Peter steps in and knocks normalcy off its hinges
