There are things a child with a heart condition will live through that seem completely unrelated to their condition. On later inspection they’re part of the intricate paisley pattern of the whole thing.
I was very young. Possibly in the later part of my fifth or early sixth year. We (mom, dad and I) were staying in the cottage behind my grans house. It was a half-way-home as we were moving house. That being said, nothing was in its right place and everything was in its wrong place. Continue reading The Teeth in the Wardrobe