THE GAMMA'S DAUGHTER
Dallas,
The earliest memory I had was standing on the riverbank, watching my siblings transform into fish. Their bodies shimmered under the morning sun as they disappeared beneath the surface, their movements seamless, as if they belonged to the water itself.
I didn’t know how to do it.
My sister, whose face I could no longer recall, grabbed my arm. Her touch was firm, her voice insistent.
"Concentrate," she urged. "Think of yourself as a fish."
I tried. I truly did. But all I remembered was the overwhelming rush of water engulfing me. I was swept away, tumbling, drowning, falling into something unknown.
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