The Test
Joanna Vissichelli My heart is racing. “Mommy, can we go home?” Back to being a four-year-old. Two grownups in white coats pinning me down as I try to break away from the chains. “It’ll only be a second.” “You won’t even feel it.” My eyes squeezed shut. My breaths fast and short. 3, 2, 1. . . Blood test all done. |