“You look sad,” they say.
“Oh, you’re in a bad mood,” they nod.
“What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?” they question.
My mind spins. My breathing stops.
I pant. I gasp for air. My heart pounds inside my chest as if ready to burst.
My head spins and my feet move in a crooked line.
I know I would fall down the stairs if I didn’t have the strong arms holding me up. Steady.
I was held steady.
Slowly, I waited for my world to fade back into place.
“You look sad,” they say.
But, the look on my face is not even half of it.
