It was easier to confide it to her, and I carefully didn’t look at Ciarán as I answered. “I’ve never been enough. No one chooses me for real.” Ciarán hissed out a denial. “Not true!” “Kiddo,” Nana said, expression pinched, “it’s not true. I know your parents make you think so, but it really isn’t.”
Poor child.
I know her life could bed immeasurably worse .... but still the emotional toll....
