When My Family Lines Turned Gray
Language: en
Ever since I was a child, I could see the fate lines connecting me to others. When I started school, the line between my desk-mate and me was a vibrant red. On graduation day, that line faded to a dull gray and quietly snapped. I wasn't sad. I knew the three lines connecting me to my dad, my mom, and my brother were always blazing red and thick. That was all the confidence I had in this world, the freedom to be myself, to be a little bit spoiled and demanding. Until I was 13. They brought home a timid, shy girl and said she was their biological daughter. Eleanor hugged me, crying. Richard…