Читать книгу The Mira Side - Karla Popovic - Страница 2

She had always seen the world in another way, and not just from her own point of view, she literally saw things differently.

...Or maybe it was just that she saw more.

“Mira, I’m worried you’re going to end up in a crazy cult or something,” she remembered Mum wailing at her when she was still too young, and hadn’t learnt yet that the world rarely appreciates that which it can’t understand. Back then Mira often watched herself being frowned down on by disapproving doctors while Mum wrung her hands, in funny smelling rooms with itchy chairs.

So little Mira decided to stop mentioning how she stayed awake long into the night, peeping out of her bedroom window to watch the stars chase each other across the night sky. She never spoke another word about the indigo whirlpool swirling in the mirror of her great grandmother’s wardrobe.

She didn’t like to make Mum worry.

And Uncle Rob said something to her one day that made sense of it all, “You know sweetheart, people might think I’m crazy sometimes, but I know I’m not mad.”

Even though she hadn’t been on the planet for too long yet, little Mira understood what he was really saying. She didn’t need to make Mum or anyone else for that matter understand her, she just needed to be ok with herself.

Still, Mira stopped talking about it all. And the appointments dwindled off and finally stopped with those same frowning doctors now looking on her with smug, self-satisfied grins; thinking proudly to themselves that they’d cured her.

The magic stopped too. It was still there in the background, but she had life to do. It was hard to concentrate on Pythagoras’ Theorem while she was being pecked on the head by a one-legged sparrow that no one else could see. It was near impossible to have a conversation while she was constantly swivelling to her name being called out, when no one else was there. And there was no one to talk to about it either - at least no one she could actually touch. So Mira shut it all down, vaulted her true self up somewhere deep inside; that way the world around her could sit more comfy.