The siku my life became zaidi than reality was when I was seven.
2 months earlier, my mother had passed away due to reasons I never understood. All I knew was she was gone and Dad wouldn't talk about it.
I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall out the classroom window. The window started to frost over quickly. I turned back to the teacher, but she was frosting over too. I realized it was my vision frosting over. I rubbed my eyes to stop it, but it only made it worse. So I sat in my dawati and let it take over.
I soon found myself in a field of dandelions and fireflies. I looked around and saw nothing in any direction. I chased the fireflies until I heard my name from a distance, like a dream. Then a snap of fingers. I was back in the school, with my teacher in front of me telling me it was lunchtime.
I went the rest of the siku without going back to the field. I was entertain kwa other things and kwa the time I got home, I thought nothing of the field.
As the mwaka progressed, my visits became zaidi frequent and longer, and my learning suffered. My teacher suggested testing me for ADHD. Dad immediately had me tested and then the meds started. My grandparents visited zaidi often too. In my seven mwaka old mind, I thought Dad just needed help with my brother and I, because mom was gone. If only I had known it actually because of my "daydreams" to the dandelion field.
My meds made visits decrease to almost nothing. kwa the time I was nine, visits had stopped completely. I often thought about the field as I grew older, and found myself looking for a field just as endless. I didn't return again until I was 16. And this time, I wasn't alone.
2 months earlier, my mother had passed away due to reasons I never understood. All I knew was she was gone and Dad wouldn't talk about it.
I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall out the classroom window. The window started to frost over quickly. I turned back to the teacher, but she was frosting over too. I realized it was my vision frosting over. I rubbed my eyes to stop it, but it only made it worse. So I sat in my dawati and let it take over.
I soon found myself in a field of dandelions and fireflies. I looked around and saw nothing in any direction. I chased the fireflies until I heard my name from a distance, like a dream. Then a snap of fingers. I was back in the school, with my teacher in front of me telling me it was lunchtime.
I went the rest of the siku without going back to the field. I was entertain kwa other things and kwa the time I got home, I thought nothing of the field.
As the mwaka progressed, my visits became zaidi frequent and longer, and my learning suffered. My teacher suggested testing me for ADHD. Dad immediately had me tested and then the meds started. My grandparents visited zaidi often too. In my seven mwaka old mind, I thought Dad just needed help with my brother and I, because mom was gone. If only I had known it actually because of my "daydreams" to the dandelion field.
My meds made visits decrease to almost nothing. kwa the time I was nine, visits had stopped completely. I often thought about the field as I grew older, and found myself looking for a field just as endless. I didn't return again until I was 16. And this time, I wasn't alone.
