But not in the typical way we think of an orphan. I mean, I have a mother and a brother. I had a father. I grew up with them, spent time with them, and we spoke often on the phone once I moved away from home. I've never lived close enough to drop by whenever I wanted to. And, maybe that was the point
Yet, I feel like an orphan.
I am Matilda.
How many times have I read Matilda by Roald Dahl with my children and/or seen the move? Yet, it was only during a recent viewing that a bell went off in my head, loud and clear: I am Matilda. And, like Matilda, I was born into the wrong family. Is that even possible? I mean, after all, Matilda is a creation of Roald Dahl's very amazing imagination. Yet, every time I think about it, I can't help but confirm this fact.
I am an orphan.
Maybe that's why I never felt comfortable or accepted in my own family. I was never treated as carelessly by my family as Matilda is treated by hers, but I never felt understood or suppo…