This story moves the way it does because it follows the logic of a child's mind rather than the logic of the plot. Sunday drifts through memory, sensation, and small observations because that is how she survives what is happening around her. The meandering structure reflects the emotional truth of childhood: children do not experience pain in neat, orderly arcs, but through fragments, images, moments of fear, and unexpected pockets of beauty. I wanted the story to feel lived rather than arranged, so it wanders the way memory wanders-returning to what hurts, lingering on what is gentle, and holding tightly to the small kindnesses that make endurance possible.
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