"Mary" the teacher called. She called again and again. She was standing over me now, “Mary”
“Me? I'm not Mary, I am Cathy"
“We don't use nicknames here."
“It isn't my nickname it's my name."
"Your first name is Mary. We use proper names here. This is school, big and important. We use formality. Here you are Mary, Cathy doesn’t belong in school."
My memory is fuzzy and vague but some details I have kept a tight hold on. How accurate they are I am not sure but it is what I have held onto and believed. Mrs. Learned said that who I was couldn’t be there, Mary was who belonged in school. I was afraid of Mrs. Learned after that. I, Cathy, did not want to return to school.
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