especially considering the bits of information she found often contradicted each other.
For example, that spring, her youngest brother surprised her with her kindergarten report card, which he had found when he was sorting through the remnants of their parents’ lives.
She was excited to see what succulent little morsels would raise her to new heights, for she seemed to recall being atop a tall pedestal back then, before they found out she was evil. But after reading her report card, she had to scratch her head.
Ever since she could remember, her parents constantly criticized her for making up stories, had called her a liar. But according to Miss Dollard, her kindergarten teacher, her weakest developmental skill—out of Work Habits, Personal Development, Social Development, Number Development, and Language Development—her weakest skill—and ironically the only weakness that Miss Dollard chose to point out—was her ability to make up stories. She just wasn’t good at it!
And contradicting her perception of an entire year of her young life begging to go to school, her mother wrote on the back of her report card, “I can’t seem to catch Gabrielle’s interest in learning. Can you suggest anything?” And in direct contradiction to that comment, Miss Dollard wrote, “Gabrielle is a very likable little girl. She is interested in school and does well.” It was as if we were all living in different alternate universes!
Well, after muddling through the best that I could through many of these types of scenarios, I can finally say that I have found my Self. I have found my way back home. Happiness has extinguished the anger that has always haunted me. Love and gratitude fill my heart and soul. At last, I have tricked the wicked witch into climbing into the oven and have slammed shut the oven door. I am healed!
Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha.