When Sindy started pre-kindergarten, kids would bombard Sindy with prying questions. “Why is your mom so old?” they’d ask, just repeating what their parents said. Sindy felt them staring at her. She was the girl everyone knew about; in such a small town, they’d never seen anything like it before.
Everyone knew her story, and each birthday was a reminder. The drama did not fade as the years rolled on. “Every birthday of yours is a reminder of the miracle, Sindy,” Mabel would tell her. But it felt like a mystery too. Were people amazed, or did they think it was just plain weird? Sindy couldn’t tell, and she wasn’t sure herself.