I am blond, with a bouncing smile, but no lower body.
I live with my four grandmothers — they wear blue kimonos, grey buns, wrestle sumo, and beat me. I’ve lived and died four times.
It’s time to leave. I creep out past the long gallery of candy-colored dormitories, there are more than I expected. I hope I’ll start a new chapter of my life soon.
The gallery is endless and our compound doesn’t seem to have an exit. It seems I have a fifth grandmother.
She is sliding side to side, waiting for me, next to a child’s toy pyramid. Is it mine?
She beats me.
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