Hello, goodbye.

The world tilted a tiny bit and Klaudia came back into herself. She shook off the tears and felt for something inside her that was solid (there was, and it was tiny). Back she went. Her sisters pulled faces that needed funny stories and light chat and Klaudia gave none. Her sparkle was gone. They weren’t too disappointed, but it took a while to get used to. The Tennyson helped. And slowly Klaudia grew herself while the world barely noticed.