When did you lose your name?

When did it happen? When did you lose your name? Wasn’t it when I came on the scene and was forced to try to control you, to impose your name upon you on their behalf? And you could do nothing but hurry back to your new room and lock your door, hoping they hadn’t seen you… Didn’t you lose your name at the very moment you were supposed to gain it, when you shook hands with your father and walked down that grey path between the thistle bushes? Whose fault is it, mine or yours? For there was no one else, was there? Weren’t they all pulled out from under you in those moments? Strange trick. Oh it wasn’t so tragic, the high heavens didn’t fall, but we were instantly relegated to our lifelong roles, though we had no idea what they were.


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