AAHIL
The day begins with an agonizing slowness. Everything is hazy and dark even though it’s a bright summer’s day. The stark blue sky looks sad as it looks down upon me and even though Amal’s Dad and I weren’t too close, I feel. I can feel something painful twisting my heart and it feels too much like sadness, like the emotion I make sure stays deep within my existence.
When I get into my car, a heavy and loud silence awaits me. With Amal in the front beside me and Dad and Mom at the back, I feel instantly sadder. It’s not only their moods reflecting mine, but it’s also the fact that I can feel.
In fact, when I was younger, I felt so much that it drove me insane. I was curious about everything—from the latest technology to different cooking trends—and always felt way too much and I k
