BERTHA AND ME

What child hasn't grazed their knee falling on rocks? It happened to me, too. It bleeds, you clean it, it heals, then you get a scab. Mine was the worst. It spread, it wouldn't go away, it looked like an inedible hamburger. So I decided to give it a name: Bertha. And then, little by little, I started telling her everything, like a real friend.