That girl never had answers.
Not to anyone else, or even herself, for unfamiliar territories frightened her.
Perhaps to make up for her lack of answers, she had but lots of questions. Some were simple, some did not require answering, while others simply invited stares from others. She would question whoever was in closest proximity, or seek divine enlightenment as she lay in bed, trying to get her restless brain allow to her some shut eye. Her mind was in every way a prisoner inside her body, as her body was a prisoner to the neuronal connections in those two hemispheres. Such was her life, every single day once she learnt to talk. Two decades - they have all co-existed in symbiotic harmony - yet never once did she question her own heart or mind. She simply trusted they would make the best decisions when necessary.
But did they, really?
