“You’re not bad, sweetheart.” “Yes, I am.” I blinked back the tears filling my eyes. “That’s why you give me those tablets. I heard Caoimhe and Daddy talking about it. It’s because I’m crazy.” “No, Lizzie, no.” Mam cupped my face in her hands. “You are not crazy, sweetheart. Do you hear me? You are perfect just the way you are.” “Then why do they hate me?” I sobbed, turning my face away. “Why does everyone look at me funny?” “They don’t hate you, sweetheart, and nobody looks at you funny.” “They do.” I sniffled. “I know.”
