Narratives

She finally realized it wasn't about her. Her brother and sister's narratives were a house of cards. If she walked by, the breeze from her body could knock them down. They intuitively knew that. She knew her house was made of brick and mortar each brick created by her and placed there herself starting the day she was born. They were always anxious, protecting their false & fragile houses. She was not afraid, because she built her house!