Skeletons in the Closet
Genre: Narrative Medicine
Kat acknowledged her newest nanny with her best, I’m ok face, certain that it would be reported to her very important parents; never present themselves to notice. She chewed and chewed and then spit into her napkin; a distraction, a sleight of hand and the napkin would disappear down her evening dress.
Some nights she had no choice but to swallow, especially when Cook was her dining partner.
“Mangia, you are too thin Miss Kitty.”
“This pasta is so delicious,” Kat would appease, gagging down a few strands, visualizing them expanding on her monstrous thighs.
Keeping the peace with more lies, she would vomit in silence later.
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The wisdom in this post?
Sit down with your children for one meal a day, be with them and open your heart to truly see them. You are not too busy.
On a lighter note here is a photo of my family at my youngest son’s wedding. I guess we never know how much we screw up our children but these young men of mine seem happy and healthy and for that I am grateful.