21 CHARLOTTE MILLER
October 23
“Ophelia, are you alright?” I repeated. Ophelia met my eyes as if she had just woken from a dream.
“Oh, um. I’m sorry, what was the question?”
“I was asking you why you are here. Why did you come to therapy today?”
“I guess it’s because my mom made me?” she answered as a question and cast her eyes downward.
“And why do you think she did that?”
“Dr. Li told her I should see a psychologist, and she believes he is right about absolutely everything.”
“I see.” I scribbled in my notepad: Smart. Critical thinker. “And what do you believe? Do you think you need to see a psychologist?”
“No, not really.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I don’t think what’s happening to me is in any of your textbooks.” Ophelia’s words were blunt, though she practically whispered.
“I
