6.12.2024

Hold your breath : My little cheeks fill up, I am lacking in oxygen, but I can't scream for help, for fear all of the air I do have stored in my lungs will all fall out, leaving me with nothing. I take little sips of air when he isn't looking. At least I'm cute, so maybe he won't yell at me for breathing. I hear him come down the steps. I try to take in as much air as I can before he notices I'm breathing. He seems distracted. He seems in a good mood, I let out a gust of air, “HOLD YOUR BREATH”, his face is red and angry. Asking me not to breathe so I don't take in all the air he needs to be able to live. —--------------------- Being away from him for so long now, I still find myself holding my breath for other people, so they can breathe. “Excuse me miss, do you mind if I breathe too?” —---------------------- When I finally faint from lack of air, people ask, “well, why didn't you breathe?” The only response I have is that I was taught to save air for everyone else. —---------------------- As enough time has passed, I understand the air is infinite, it's for all of us. For some reason my lungs felt so big, they needed so much air, and how selfish it would be of me to breathe.