When I was five, and she was 18, we were sitting and watching cartoons in our PJs after dinner. The high dosages of Free vaccinated dad hugs Gay Pride LGBT T Shirt definitely stunted her emotional growth; on the outside she was 18, but on the inside she still reacted to things like she was my age. Plus, she would hit lows where she would lose basic voluntary muscle control, like swallowing. That night, she had on a Mickey Mouse bib, I would go over and wipe her mouth on occasion- part of an ongoing doctor game I’d adopted as a coping skill. The lights of the cartoons on the tv cast her face in colors; gave a shimmery glow to the spittle running down her chin and the wetness in her eyes. I liked seeing her in the half-light because it took away some of the eeriness of her light-gray eyes following around me around the room. If her face had any animation to it, it would have been lovely- borderline beautiful- but as things stood, she reminded me of one of those stationary Halloween decorations with the holographic eyes that would follow you around the room. Her hair was limp, and her arms curled unnaturally back against herself.