daughter

17%

when my mother told me that

my cousin was seeing a counselor

for anxiety, i was surpised.

really? him?

yeah, but he's been that

way for ages. always compared

to his perfect sister, you know?

she spoke nonchalantly, at first.

so he's seeing a counselor.

i twitched as she spat the word out,

as if it were a rare disease the world

would rather not talk about.

there's nothing wrong with that.

but there's something wrong with him.

i didn't say anything. i couldn't.