Saying goodbye used to be unbearable for me. As a child, I had a deep fear of being left, something that lived in my body like a trembling question. My parents once told me I’d sit in the window of the kindergarten all day, waiting for my mother to return. Eventually, the staff became so concerned that they suggested my parents take me out. And so I stayed home.
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The Boy in the Sandbox
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Saying goodbye used to be unbearable for me. As a child, I had a deep fear of being left, something that lived in my body like a trembling question. My parents once told me I’d sit in the window of the kindergarten all day, waiting for my mother to return. Eventually, the staff became so concerned that they suggested my parents take me out. And so I stayed home.