The Nameless Girl’s Name

Her first memory was not like any other's. Perhaps a typical person might recall the face of a sibling, a parent. Or perhaps one might recall exploring an outdoor garden as one crawled on all fours. Or perhaps the first memory would be crying over some reason that one can't even think of.

In her first memory, she could not cry.

She wanted to. The emotions within her were akin to a deep well, pooling until they were at the brim, threatening to spill with just an extra drop. Yet she couldn't feel her eyes pricking with tears at all. 

In that moment, she felt helpless. So helpless, so incapable, so paralyzed, that she could not even cry.