She hated being forced to conform to other people’s idea of normal, whether they be cultural or physical. She hated how easy it was for the adults in her world to pass her around like a doll, moving her from Russia to America, from house to doctor’s office, from her bedroom to wherever they wanted her to be. She hated that her agency had been taken away from her in ways she couldn’t fully articulate, and she sat at her desk, and she seethed.
