KIRA
“My dear, something is wrong with you. And that’s coming from me, your grandmother, who doesn’t have so many years for nothing,” Granny said and it wasn’t a question. She was very sure Gabriel had something to do with my mood.
“What’s wrong with me? I’m fine, Granny,” I said.
“It is not a question of what is wrong with you. It’s about what’s right,” Granny answered and I felt like I just could not lie anymore.
Granny had been my accomplice all my life.
“I see nothing in me that needs to be changed. Do you?”
I was getting confused, which was only natural, as I had never thought much about myself, let alone me being anything special or different from anyone else.
“What do you think of yourself?” she asked, and that question shocked me. Nobody ever asked me that. How was I to
