“I really think I’m getting better. I think I’m fine. Maybe it was all just a virus or something”
As told to Rochel Samet
I finally discovered a gluten-free, dairy-free, sugar-free breakfast that tastes halfway decent — a fruit smoothie with almond milk. Yummy, nutritious, not too filling, but a welcome change from squishy date bars trying to masquerade as tasty. Ma bought a smoothie maker, and we keep experimenting with different fruit. Turns out that this part of the crazy diet is actually kind of fun.
Today when I come down to whip up breakfast, Henny’s doing her hair in the hall. “How’re you doing, Libby?”
Ever since I came back from that appointment a few weeks ago, she’s been treating me differently. Maybe Ma told her something, or maybe she just heard me in hysterics and feels bad. Better late than never, right?
“I’m great,” I tell her sunnily, skipping the last two steps. I can skip steps! I can walk! It’s been a whole week now that I’ve been to school every day. Things are changing, I just know it.
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