Poison Behind the Throat

 

“Bendicion mami,” said Elena.  She reached up and kissed her mother for the daily blessing.

Her mother wrinkled her nose. “Fó!  Lávate la boca!”

Elena rushed to the bathroom. The rebuke had become routine.  Up and down, side to side, but no matter how hard she brushed, a strong odor emanated from the back of her throat.  It wasn’t only her mother.  She began to notice classmates avoiding conversations with her.  She withdrew and became the girl with bad breath.  Isolation masked the discomfort behind her throat when she drank her lonely tears. Meanwhile, the lump continued to grow unnoticed.

Unconditional Love

Linda’s wiring system was such that she recoiled at human touch.  Sounds screeched in her head.  Images loomed large.  The world was terrifying.  She self-preserved in an invisible shell.  There she rocked herself to sleep and blocked out sounds by counting or quietly reciting songs.  Today she’d fall under the wide autism spectrum, but back then, “What a strange child,” were common whispers.  Her mother felt rejected and her father alienated.  Her little sister, though, refused to be ignored.  She nagged and prodded.  She hugged even when hugs went unreturned.  Eventually she cracked the shell and forged a forever bond.