the itch is killing me
Kino knows too well how it feels to be a burden.
And this is why she wills herself not to cry whenever she faces an obstacle. Be it in the shower, when she tries to wear her pants and inadvertently strains her already strained knee, or at her desk, when she gets stung by those abominable mosquitoes but cannot do anything about it.
Every night, she cannot sleep because the itch is too much to bear. She focuses on the pain, and it brings momentary relief for a few hours. Then she wakes up again, scratching her legs fervently and praying that the itch will stop.
One day, Kino is going to scratch herself to the point of mutilation.
And this is why she wills herself not to cry whenever she faces an obstacle. Be it in the shower, when she tries to wear her pants and inadvertently strains her already strained knee, or at her desk, when she gets stung by those abominable mosquitoes but cannot do anything about it.
Every night, she cannot sleep because the itch is too much to bear. She focuses on the pain, and it brings momentary relief for a few hours. Then she wakes up again, scratching her legs fervently and praying that the itch will stop.
One day, Kino is going to scratch herself to the point of mutilation.