Inside Me

Anytime a doctor hesitates this much, you get nervous. “Do you have any previous history of…another person living inside you?” Granted, I’ve felt bloated lately, but credited it to excess salt intake. Yet MRIs reveal there’s a whole other human beneath my skin. In scans, you see my organs pushed to the front and back, like some parasitic Russian nesting doll. And the migraines—well, my brain has almost no room in there compared to hers. When they cut me open to get her out, a) What if people like her more than me, and b) Will it leave a scar?