The Perfect Child

by Lucinda Berry

No matter how many times I was questioned by the police, it never got easier. My nerves jumped into high gear automatically. They always made me feel like I was lying, even when I was telling the truth.

It gave us an opportunity to miss each other, and sometimes you needed that in a relationship even when you loved each other as much as we did.

Did traumatized kids ever recover?

There wasn’t a semblance of a bad boy in him. He was the guy you permanently placed in the friend category when you were young. But when you got older? He was the kind of guy you wanted to marry and build a life with.

“He was fully aware of her potential difficulties and problems. He just didn’t care.” It was what I loved the most about him. But it was also what had gotten him into the most trouble.

I wanted to speak, but I was locked in the background of my head and had lost the ability to communicate with the world outside me.

My thoughts moved so fast I couldn’t discern any particular one except the constant desperate begging of my psyche to every god in the universe: Please don’t let my baby die

“Sometimes the brain shuts down after trauma for a while.”