Paper Dolls

A Story of Childhood Trauma

Photo by Eugene Triguba on Unsplash

It is heavy in my house tonight, a quiet heaviness like waiting for thunder from heat lightning in the distance. It is approaching my nine o’clock sixth grader bedtime, but I read on my mom’s king-size bed and play with the fraying nylon strings on the edges of the purple comforter. The commercials are on, but my mom has the sound on low. The screen to my mom’s small porch is open and the wind…